The restrooms were in a little alcove all to themselves so I could see her door facing the mens room door, while also seeing if anyone was walking tow...ards the restroom. I heard her flush and wash her hands. I was ready to go with my phone and as she walked out I walked out. Only she did not turn and go back to her seet, she just stood there and staired at me. As I slowly started to move past her and give up on my adventure she simply stated, "I saw you checking me out."I froze. I could not. Since it was Sunday, I was planning on church. I wouldn’t offer Alice the opportunity based upon her lack of decent clothing and her desire to not be seen. As I was getting ready to go, she finally stumbled out.I pointed. “Coffee is in the pot with mugs above the maker.” The creamer packets and sugar were still on the table. She poured a cup and sat down to doctor it. Even after a couple of sips, she was still sitting in a kitchen chair sort of huddling her own misery. I said, “You look happy. He set it on the table and nudged it toward Jessica. She picked it up and scanned it curiously.‘Reverend Adam Heinlein - The Church of Satan - Austin, TX’ it read in white lettering over a black background. There was a large red pentagram to the right of his name and title.Jessica snickered. “Seriously?”“Deadly serious” he replied smugly, staring at Jessica with piercing hazel eyes.“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I do recall reading an article about your group many years ago. You’re a sect. Our first few visits were purely platonic even though the sexual tension was so high you could cut it with the proverbial knife. This had been our agreement, meet in large cities where everything we did would be in public. Separate rooms of course, and we even agreed to separate floors. There are after all, crazy people on the internet and neither of us wanted to be a headline in our hometown newspaper. Our other interactions though were far from platonic. I think some of our writings could.