Rebecca wouldn't sleep with him; she hadn't in years, and he was frustrated. He had stayed the course, avoided attractive interns and the call of the strip club.
Christopher... Chris, everyone called him Chris... grunted as he finished and quickly cleaned up the evidence before his daughter or his wife got home. He closed the tabs, cleared his browser history, and turned off his computer. But he couldn't stop thinking about the honestly ridiculous scenarios in the porn he watched, and yet it stuck in his mind.
He opened his mouth and wished...
