My palms were like the tropics, sweating profusely as we stood at the front desk. God, I hadn't done a single bad thing yet and I felt guilty as hell. However, I gotta say Rebecca had flawless taste. This old hotel, off the beaten path, was gorgeous. It overlooked the bay, the Golden Gate Bridge and Sausalito. It was late in the day and the sun was setting, turning the bay into a giant sheet of red-orange glass.

Rebecca slipped her arm through mine.

"They can't find our reservation," I said.

She smiled slyly, "Have them check under Mr. and Mrs. Granville."

"Very funny," I responded. The Reservations Clerk heard the name and drew it up on the computer. Rebecca excused herself and went to make dinner reservations with the Concierge. I jumped at the opportunity and spoke softly to the Reservations Clerk...

"Could we get adjoining rooms, please?" The Clerk looked totally confused but agreed. He put, what he thought were the pieces together, and suspected we were having some marital problems or something. He looked at me, "Of course, Mr. Granville... would you like something on one of the higher floors?"

I didn't have a clue what he meant. Did he think that I may want to jump off the building if our marriage didn't work out? Were higher floors reserved for "unhappy couples?"

I shrugged and said, "...sure, why not?" and he booked us at the top of the hotel. The bellman came to take our bags just as Rebecca returned. "Let's go out on the town, right now!" she said. "Let them get the room ready and we'll get lost."

I said, "sure," and we took off into San Francisco.

*****

After hours and hours and several bottles of the best champagne money could buy, we got back to the hotel looped and having a blast. We'd done it all! Dancing, kareoke, a ride on a speedboat across the bay to Sausalito and back. We'd done it all -- well, not "all all"... almost all.

I opened the room with the passcard and we went in. I switched on the light but Rebecca was quick on the uptake and snapped it off. Then she was on me. We kissed passionately-- hard, delirious and the room was spinning. We laughed and screamed, knocked a chair over -- crawled to the fireplace and continued...kissing and heavy petting, groping each other. Somewhere down in my soul I knew I was wrong. I didn't even have an erection. Something was definitely wrong.

And suddenly the subconscious became conscious. I pulled away, excused myself, and went to the bathroom. Throwing water on my face, I got a good look at myself. What the hell was I doing?

When I went back, Rebecca was still on the carpet by the fireplace. She looked ravishing in the firelight but I spoke anyway, "I...I have to tell you something, Rebecca. "