She didn’t need to be psychic to know how the rest of the night would run. They would finish watching his favorite stupid sitcom on TV. He would then give her a sloppy kiss and say time for bed. She knew this was his way to let her know he wanted to have sex. They would move into the bedroom, get naked with the lights off, and he would rut for two minutes, come, roll off her, and immediately fall asleep. She would lie there waiting until he was deeply asleep and masturbate right there beside him, so she could actually get off. Sometimes she actually thought about starting while he was still awake. To show him that she wasn’t satisfied. Not that he’d really care, and he’d probably still go to sleep anyway. The man didn’t even know what foreplay was. She just couldn’t sit here waiting for another disappointing evening like every other. “Where are you going, babe?” Duncan asked as she left the couch. “I just want to check on my e-mails. I’m waiting for something from work,”
