An illicit rendezvous
Lovers meet for a night of passion
It was early evening and, as arranged, I found my way to the hotel where I knew she had already checked in and would be waiting for me. A quick check of my text messages directed me to room 212 on the third floor, and as I made my way along the corridors and ascended the lift, my step quickened and I could feel my heart beating faster. Finally, after many weeks of waiting, we would be together. I knocked on the door and i...