Alex and Eve acted as if they were married. Their pillow talk was that of a married couple. Alex would say, “Hey, Eve, how was your day?” but Eve wouldn’t mention Smedley (or any of the others). Let’s talk about domesticity.
A bed is a good place to relax, and let talk flow.
“What do you have planned for tomorrow, Eve,” Alex would ask.
Eve couldn’t say,
“I have to fuck Smedley, two or three other regular clients, and the same number or so of walk-ins. I’ll have to take about seven showers, or spitz baths, however I feel. I’ll have to spray perfume about seven times, and refresh my makeup seven times. I have the one guy who comes in to talk, and this is the good, fulfilling activity of the day. I have a knack for listening, caring, and giving good, carefully qualified advice precisely when giving such is a necessity.”
Alex couldn’t say,
“I know I will have two or three shots of whiskey, or should I say bourbon, at breakfast.
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