It was.
He paid the check, and they walked outside, to his car. They got into the car, with him holding the door for her to enter. He shut it, walked over to the other side and climbed in behind the wheel. Drove off.
" Toward the motel area several miles out of town. It was real, all right. Lee kept his eyes fixedly on the road, afraid to look over at Brenda, who sat almost against the door. Already, guilt was enveloping them like a gaseous shroud, he thought. They hadn't even gone beyond intention, and already it was beginning to close in on them.
"It'll be right, Lee. You'll see." Her voice was soft, caught in her throat. She moved next to him, took one hand off the wheel and put it around her shoulder.
"You'll see," she said again.
It was the last motel on the strip, and it was mod
