They entered the restaurant and were greeted by the hostess before their eyes had finished adjusting to the dark interior. Michael asked for a booth in the back and they were led past the rows of tables with their red linen table clothes and little candle powered lamps to a booth in a dark corner of the restaurant. The walls on all three sides afforded a considerable amount of privacy for which they were both extremely grateful. They slid into the booth and sat in the back, far closer to each other than they ever had before. Wehn the waitress arrived their hands were sliding up and down each other’s thighs.