She could not think. What with the cold and hard wood under her, and the continually trickling beads of sweat down her spine. Straining to grip the edge of the table, she closed her eyes and grit her teeth to contain whatever sound of pleasure or fury that might escape. Shh... be quiet.. two people are outside, pretending not to know about the adventures you've been having recently. The sweetness of the act would have been better if she could see his face. But the unwanted visitor found it impossible. It had to be committed in no other way but from where their eyes would not meet.