"Is it agreed?"The room went pitch black and moments later I found myself laying on my back.I opened my eyes to find the familiar look of a cell's glo...wing white ceiling above me and the familiar humming in my ears."I guess that was a yes," I muttered sitting up.I made my way to where the auction was being held at, stopping a few times along the way to rest to keep myself from passing out again. I cursed myself for not having used the wheelchair, then cursed myself out again for not getting. I looked down at him, my darling husband, and nodded, my smile a little crooked. ‘Yes. Well, at least not too many secrets. Maybe that’s good? Maybe so.’ We talked late into the night, mostly lying like that, my legs slipping down between his bare legs and feeling him harden and loll against my fleshy hip. At last he sighed long and hard there in the dark beside me. ‘You know, Beth, I think I understand. You and Mark are nuts about the political world and care nothing about the sports world.. ." he said trailing off."That does sound a lot like me. So what do you need my help with? Are you asking me on a date?" she said, giggling."No, I um, well the guys could tell I seemed like I was making this up as I was going so they started teasing me even worse about my 'imaginary girlfriend'. They said that unless I gave them proof I would never live it down. So I thought maybe tomorrow night I could text them some photos of you to kind of prove it and pretend that we hooked up. Nothing too. Then there were the suites that went for big money, with the rates varying almost from day to day depending on what was going on in D.C. or the time of year, and of course how busy the inn was. The bottom line was they were accustomed to dealing everybody from congressmen to commoners. Cal’s office phone rang and he picked up and said, ‘Cal.’ ‘Cal, this is Phyllis at the desk.’ ‘Yes, what’s up Phyllis?’ ‘Mrs. Carsdale, and her…um…guest, are here to check in and her reservation was screwed.