The woman was thrust against the wall, her lover tearing at her throat, kissing her everywhere. Their hot skin brushing, they exchanged sweat as they molded together into one. She threw her head back, letting out an exhilirated sigh of pleasure, her eyes glancing over the clock. It's digital numbers reading a half passed seven.. She was late. But the passion continued..

A lonely husband approached the food court in the museum. He arrived perfectly on time, sitting at the specified table, at the specified time, the stone wall to his back. The clock struck 7:31.
His wife was late..