”“I've generated enough income out here in D.C. to last long after I'm deceased. And what has that money gotten me?”“This big house. The luxur... SUV in the garage next to the electric sports car. A first-class ticket to paradise any time you want.”“I don't want to keep coming home to a vacant house, counting the days until you and I can rest in each other's arms.”She squinted her eyes at him, examining his expression. “There is something else.”He nodded.“Confidential?”“Hypothetically,” Jed. She lay there, just looking at me with wide beautiful eyes.I looked at Ralph and he was staring at her ass. His arms were hanging down at his sides, like he was dead and had been propped up in the chair. I'm glad I couldn't see my own image. I know I was standing there, my mouth open, my own eyes wide and unbelieving, my hair probably disheveled ... just a skinny guy, compared to her husband ... with a jutting obscenely dripping penis.Her right hand came up off her hip, where she had lain it. “But then, that makes me wonder if adding women to the equation changes your answers from last night…” I paused. “About your experience with other people,” I added quietly.“What?” she said in alarm. “No, of course not, Kai. I didn’t lie to you.” She then hesitated. “I mean, okay, yes, I did let the lesbian friend I mentioned kiss me once, but it was hardly anything romantic or sexual. It was more me just wanting to know what it was like.” She examined my expression for a moment before. A place called ‘Studio 9,’ it’s a locally-owned hole-in-the-wall that is severely underrated. The walls are lined with books of all sorts, for all ages. Stacks of board and card games sporadically interrupt the sea of hardbacks. The seating is mismatched but impeccably comfortable, and all of the décor fits together in a nice shabby-chic sort of way. Most importantly, the coffee tastes wonderful. I clock in at the front computer and begin my shift by grabbing a rag and wipingdown the tables..