That brought a happy end to George’s latest Vegas trip. He’d paid Clarissa for their wonderful evening together. She’d seemed keen to leave following the sex, he’d half expected her to forget asking for the money! No such luck but it was the best grand he’d spent in a good long while. He’d returned home to the usual frostbitten reception. Joyless and suspicious wife, not the least bit interested in the details of his trip, nor in his amorous advances; situation normal. The weekend had passed as they usually did with any excuse to get the hell out of the house.
It was on Monday morning that life once again became interesting for George. He arrived at the office building at the usual time, zoned out with the routine of making his way from the car to the elevator. Looking but not seeing, the myriad of people on their way in and out of the always busy Federal building. This morning was a little different however, a tall, good looking blonde guy had fallen in step with him from out of nowhere and he gently murmured something inaudible causing George to stop and engage.
“I’m sorry? What?”