That night, they thoroughly soiled the sofa in the private screening room, gazed at the night view of Central Park through the French windows, enjoyed the wonderful massage bathtub together, and finally fell into a deep sleep in the king-size bed. Both of them were exhausted enough to sleep until the sun was high in the sky, not getting up until afternoon. Claude fumbled and pressed a button, and the heavy blackout curtains slowly opened. The dazzling sunlight poured in through the French windows. Lillian stretched out her arm to block her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked hoarsely.
Claude looked at the clock on the wall and told her, "Two in the afternoon."
"It's so late..." It made sense. They didn't know what time it was when they went to bed last night. The previous few times were a
