Jane braced herself for Darcy's onslaught of anger, which she fully expected. Imagine her surprise and shock when that wasn't what happened.
"Jane," Darcy began. "I wanted to thank you for giving my husband such a wonderful time. He really needed it."
"Wha ... what?" Jane asked, not quite believing what she was telling her.
"From what he told me, you're one of the best hookers around. And I think Gary should only have the best. Isn't that right, dear?" she asked her husband.
"Definitely," he answered, smiling.
Jane stared at both of them. What the hell was going on here? She wasn't a hooker! She worked as a secretary at a law firm!
"Anyway, thanks for fucking Gary for me. I just don't have enough time to get around to it myself anymore. And I know he deserves his sex time," she said, smiling at Gary in a loving way.
This was a nightmare, right? Jane was just asleep and this was a dream. A very very bad dream. She pinched herself. Okay, she felt that. Maybe she was awake after all. But what was happening? It was like she was in the Twilight Zone or something. Nothing made sense.
Suddenly, she heard the door close and she looked up. She was so busy thinking about her weird situation that she didn't even notice that Gary and Darcy had left the room. They were the only people who could tell her what was happening.
She looked down at the stiletto heels and momentarily thought about wearing them, but then thought better of it. She'd rather not walk around barefoot, but they'd just slow her down. She picked them up and stuffed them in her purse, then slung her purse over her shoulder and vacated the room.
