It was filed under Blah in the Fuck Work folder of my email program. Sasha and Renee were French, and Sasha—the guy—was at his happiest with regular sex, so his wife was happy for someone to step in while she was away on a ten day meditation retreat. As she’d said in her email, she wouldn’t want to do without her morning yoga, so why should he do without his nightcap sex? It was a bread-and-butter job, missionary position, usually lasting five to ten minutes. I just had to be in bed, clean and ready around ten pm at night for him to fuck, and the rest of the day was mine. I left Ange after two days at her house, with a promise to answer the phone anytime she needed me, except for around ten pm as the dog I was house sitting needed to be walked for his evening shit at that time. I was surprised to discover I was becoming a very good liar. Luckily for me, she was so involved in her own situation, she hadn’t asked a lot of questions. Fritha, however, was a whole other nightmare.
