We could feel someone standing outside the entrance to our tent, all they had to do was unzip the opening and they'd catch us in our gay moment. We he...rd a voice that spoke, "Hello? anyone in there? hello?" we remained quiet, trying to slow down our breathing as we froze looking at eachother. Again they spoke, "Hello.... excuse me..." We didn't say anything and after a long minute later, the foots steps seemed to walk away as they grew lighter. Knowing they were leaving I started to fuck his. They made what was probably a mistake in driving down to the boat ramp at Lee's Ferry, and stopped for a few minutes to talk with a private party that was rigging for a river trip -- there was a very long waiting list to get the permits for private trips, but taking them way off-season sometimes cut years out of the wait. Even though it was December and it would be pushing Christmas before those folks got off the river, all three of them wished they were the ones rigging rafts and loading gear. We ask them if they have any plans tonight and they tell us just hanging at the hotel bar to see if anything happens later when the band starts up. We invite them to dinner with us and tell then we will bring them back to the hotel by the time the band starts. Since they both are on a limited budget they accept the dinner invitation. We drive to the place we have selected with her sitting in the front seat and Jeremy and Mike in the rear seat. We select a nice steak house and ask for a table. They were wed, and for a while he did an excellent job of keeping her heart safe. The two laughed much and loved deeply, but the damsel eventually became sad. She missed traveling, and the lush beauty of things that lived outside the desert. They had made plans for years to run off and make a life somewhere else, but it never happened. The damsel began to feel like a caged bird, and her husband resented her for not being happier there in his home. Eventually, sadly, their love rotted and turned.