Hearing a soft knock on my door, I looked up from the cup of coffee I was sipping at the kitchen table. I set aside Facebook on my smart phone, got up, and walked over to the door. I bent forward and looked through the small tiny round eyeball gizmo, and in the fishbowl I saw the face of my neighbor Monica. Through the tiny lens, I couldn’t see much beyond her big round blue eyes and the reddish black hair that fell around her white face.
Odd that she’d be knocking at 9 in the morning, just 5 minutes after my wife had pulled out of our driveway, headed for an all-day work-related seminar. That was the reason I was up- had cooked her some breakfast and given her a coffee to go for the road. I had been sitting there after she left, trying to decide whether I wanted to go back to sleep or head into the den and check out some computer porn, and wank my crank.