Putting out the light, she slips into bed. Feeling her naked nuzzle, he snorts and rolls away, dead to the world already.
She carefully fills and caps his coffee flask. He rushes by, giving her robed butt a smack.
“Mad fuckin’ day, hun. Don’t wait dinner.”
She bites her lip, staring out the window, then cleans up her jolt-spilled juice.
JillD_123: Did you mean what you said last week, that you wanted me… that way?
Sally1978: Yes. Still do.
JillD_123: Will you… come over? Now?
She pauses half-dressed, staring out the window, watching the car and her new life arrive.