The lights were off, the only light coming in from the neighbor's porch light. We kissed, slowly at first, our tongues probing eac...h other's mouth, then becoming more frantic as the lust increased. "Turn the light on" she said. "I want to see you while we fuck." "The neighbors might see us" I replied. "That makes me even hotter, thinking we might be seen." She said. I complied with her request, turning on the light in the bedroom. As I looked. When we cleared the parking lot, she removed a digital recorder from the coat pocket, then she strung a microphone wire to her lapel. I knew for sure she was recording me, because she had told me without saying a word.“First thing, I have an acute case of closet envy,” she said with a laugh as we left the parking lot and turned right.“It was a case of function being stressed over form,” I said.“Well I approve in your case,” Alison said. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I decided to walk again. Meantime, my real thoughts were on Becka, and what it would mean to both of us."Alright, the first one is Flint, Michigan, the Flint Journal." Doc paused there, to let it sink in, I guess."Okay..." I offered, hoping he would continue."Second is Des Moines, Iowa at the Des Moines Register."Wow, Des Moines," I said out loud. "That's pretty close." Yes it is, just up the highway. But its still almost 200 miles. Is that an issue?" Doc asked."It is a consideration these days," I answered. "I uh .... 'I have a heap of figures to go over before the end of the financial year. I'll probably get stuck into them.''Wha? Nah. That's a crappy way to spend a weekend!'I shrugged.'Come have dinner with me at least. I've got no idea what's edible around here.' He said before sucking the last remnant of his whiskey through the clinking ice cubes. 'I'm heading off now; open invitation.'I thought for a bit; what the hell. It is Friday after all. I smiled and nodded at Jorg, then grabbed my jacket.'Atta.