You never did eat your lunch, did you?

I better get back to the office. These extended lunch hours give my boss excess acid.

Why don't you call your boss and tell him you're taking the rest of the afternoon off? It's Friday, anyway -- and hot.

What do I do with my free afternoon? Walk you to the airport?

Well, you could laze around here a while longer.

Hmm. Checking out time is 3 PM. Hotels of this sort are interested in you when you come in, but when your time is up. Oh Sam, I hate having to be with you in a place like this.

Married couples deliberately spend an occasional night in a cheap hotel.

I know marriage can do a lot of things deliberately.

You sure talk like a girl who's been married.

Sam, this is the last time.

For what?

For this, meeting you in secret so we can be secretive. You come down here on business trips. We steal lunch hours. I wish you wouldn't even come.

All right, what do we do instead? Write each other lurid love letters?