A seedy motel

Miranda couldn't take it any more. It had been years, but Michael still knew how to get to her. He always had such talented feet! "All right. Sure. Let's go" she found herself saying without much hesitation. This was new and exciting to her. Perhaps it was the excitement she felt that clouded her judgement, or she never truly got over Michael in the first place. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. "There's a motel a couple of blocks down the street, right next to the projects. It's cheap, and it's dirty, but it'll do."

Michael laughed. "That's where I happen to be staying, for the moment. Funny you should recommend it."

They quickly finished their dinner, and got up from the table to leave. Michael left a big tip on the table for the waitress that had serviced them. Miranda noticed it, but said nothing. "He must really be rich" she thought to herself. They walked out the front door together, and Michael called the valet to bring his car around. Miranda was shocked to see a Bentley Continental Flying Spur pull up, and stop in front of them. She knew only the filthy rich could afford something like this. The car was sleek and black, with red suede leather interior.

Michael opened the door for her, and she got in. Moments later Michael joined her as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"I must say, this is an impressive car you have" Miranda smiled.

"It's not the only impressive thing I have" he winked. He started up the car, and they drove down the road, past the seedy looking motel, and into the projects. He drove five blocks into the projects, until he spotted the man on the corner he was looking for. "Just a slight detour, my dear. I need to speak to this fellow. Then we'll be off and on our way." He got out of the car, and the two walked away out of Miranda's earshot and line of vision. Moment s later he came back, smiling. "Now we're off to have some fun."

Miranda wasn't sure what kind of fun she was now in store for as they drove back to the seedy motel they had passed earlier. She decided to pry a little bit. "With this car, I would think you'd want to stay at the ritziest hotels or motels money could buy. Why rent a room at a dump?"

"In spite of the car, I have simple tastes" Michael explained. "Besides, it's close to the people I do business with here in town."

"Was that man in the projects one of the people you do business with?" she decided to press him for more answers.

"Occasionally, yes" Michael answered as they pulled into the motel's pock marked parking lot. He expertly dodged all the potholes, and came to a stop in front of room fifteen. "Well, here we are" he said without fanfare. "Let me get the door for you." He hopped out of the car, and came around to the passenger side, and opened the door for Miranda. He did a bowing gesture, admonishing her to step out.

Miranda was now coming back to her senses. She became unsure of this tryst they were about to embark upon. She got out of the car, and faced Michael. "Michael, I'm not so sure we should be doing this. I have a family, and a husband. I don't know what's gotten into me."

Michael grabbed her, and kissed her full on the lips. He was going to have her one way or another. He could feel her as she started to melt in his arms, and return the kiss. Their mouths opened, and they exchanged tongues and saliva for several minutes.

When Michael broke the kiss, she stood there, dumbfounded and starry eyed, looking directly into Michael's eyes.