The weekend, two days of play, has ended, and it’s the start of the work week, five days of the old grind. Monday means it’s time to haul ass out of bed and join the rat race once more. Not Tom Hansom, however. He enjoyed the weekends, when he could have as many as three different lovers – he enjoyed men in all their varieties – but he loved his job and looked forward to returning to the halls of academia on Monday morning. Except this Monday… This Monday, there was someone in his bed with him, which was highly unusual, since he preferred to sleep alone – his partners were either dismissed to the spare bedroom he kept for them, or else they left to go home, having gotten what they’d wanted, a taste of the leather daddy. This Monday, the bed dipped, and a voice murmured in his ear. “It’s almost 6:30, buddy.” He relaxed when he realized it was his best friend, Jack. “In the morning?”
