She just wanted a coffee after the concert. But the gentleman was persistent, and that shabby hotel was right down the block, so perhaps she'd indulge in a brief interlude before heading back...
Every time she walks down that dark hallway to that dingy little hotel room, she thinks she might just turn right around this time, and head back home. But she never does. No, she never does...
No, actually my husband didn't say a thing. Didn't ask where I was going, when I'd be home...nothing. Funny, you think he's up to the same thing in another hot-sheet hotel?
So, we're really going to go through with this, aren't we? Somehow, getting ready, driving over, even in the restaurant, I'd could still pretend that it was just some naughty flirting, you know? But not now, not here...
You gotta be kiddin'. This joint hasn't seen a maid since before I was even wearin' heels. I'll keep 'em on, thank you.
Neither knew how it came about, something erupted that couldn't be stopped...
Alone in the darkened room, now that he's left already. Time to ponder the right and wrong of it all, time to wonder if she'll be right back here in this same hotel room again next week...
