No she gets off at the nearby park.

I pull out of the apartment parking lot, paranoid that people are watching me follow the bus, and follow it past 2 more stops, coming to a somewhat conspicuous halt each time. My beautiful wife stepped off the bus at the local park, which includes a dock overlooking the river. I parked in the adjacent parking lot and watched Hannah's big ass in teasing glimpses beneath her short skirt as she swayed down into the park, toward the river. Looking down at myself, I realized that I wasn't really dressed to be in public. Since I had some time before class after Hannah left, I often gave her a lift to campus wearing pajama pants, t-shirt and a bathrobe. This was one of those days. My moccasin-style slippers would prove especially disadvantageous that day.

Hannah lit up a cigarette as she approached the underside of the bridge, where she disappeared out of sight behind its architecture . I resignedly decided I'd have to approach on foot, despite my attire and the lie-induced raging hard-on clearly visible through the thin plaid pajama pants (and no underwear); I tried to tuck the thing rather unsuccessfully into the elastic waist-band, got out of the car, left my bathrobe on the front seat, and soldiered on after my lying, manipulative newlywed wife.

I approached the bridge cautiously, trying to stay up against it to stay out of sight. I crept towards the corner Hannah had disappeared behind and poked my head around inconspicuously...