A nap. He was exhausted and a little sore. Connie, the woman he’d fucked all night, had done things to him that he thought were outlawed in all fifty states. But mother fuck, it had been fun. And now, now he was paying for his night of debauchery. He went into his office, locked his door, and sat down. He was nearly asleep when his phone rang. It was his secretary, Jane something or other. “You have five minutes until the meeting with the other partners starts, there are fifty-three messages from your wife, and Mr. Dillard wants to know if you can meet with him now.” He wished he’d let the stupid thing ring when she added a few more things to her list. “Your wife said she will be coming down here at noon if you do not return her calls.” “Call her back and explain to her that I’ve been working here all night so she can afford that little pool guy she’s fucking.” He heard her shock through the phone. “Never mind. Get her on the line for me.
