I wasn’t surprised when she told us that she wanted to stay with you for a few days. I ... I guess I didn’t understand that you were the reluctant...one. Shit, most guys would dump their wife on their wedding day to spend an afternoon licking the soles of her feet. You just...”“It took me a bit of time to understand where she was going,” I admitted. “I was ... I was going to hit on you, actually.”“Good thing you didn’t,” Jill said.“Yeah, that would have been awkward,” I said.“Shit,” Jill said,. She didn't find it funny, I'm sure, but she was going to try and put her best face on anyway. Why ruin her evening by getting angry at me right off the bat.She knocked and opened the door to my office, to find me looking back at her from the chair in front of my computer."Mark, honey, do you know what today is?" she inquired sweetly.I looked back at her, my face with just a slightly wry smile,"Can't fool me. It's Friday, February 14th. But I have to let you know, I cheated with the answer: I. I retaliated with a punch to his midsection. I heard the air whoosh out of him and "Daddy" dropped to the floor writhing around trying to regain his breath."Will he be all right?" said Bonnie."He'll be all right as long as he doesn't try to hit me again," I replied. I rolled off the condom, let it drop to the carpet beside him and started looking for my clothes."Call the police, Nora," the old fart wheezed. I guess he could finally breathe again. I finally noticed a woman standing by the door,. Charter wasn’t the sort of guy to raise a swatter to a fly, let alone a pipe or gun to someone’s head. Suddenly, the wall of glass between them didn’t seem like enough. Think of it as an interview, he thought, trying to desperately to bolster himself. Tell him what you do and why you’re not the sort of dick that would pump and dump. Just not in those words. So he did. Slowly and with a great deal of hesitation at first, but he worked up to it, and felt a sliver of success. It would have been.