On the screen, the woman looked longingly into the man’s eyes. “Rick, my husband won’t be home for hours. Why don’t we… get to know each other better?”
The mustachioed gentleman answered, “That sounds like a great idea, baby.”
They undressed each other awkwardly, conspicuously avoiding any actual contact with each other’s erogenous zones. They made overly dramatic faces and noises. Eventually the camera panned over to linger on a lamp.
“Goddamn waste of $5.99,” Herb observed. The stuff he had at home was so much better. Maybe he’d just order room service and go to sleep. Big meeting tomorrow.
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Title by: Eduard Wayles
Story by: David
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