Chapter Twelve
Basil was only mildly surprised when he came home to find both Dorothy and Marci at his place. Dorothy had a key, of course. That was her role as keyholder, to always have the right key at the right time. Marci was more of a surprise. The two women were in the kitchen, having drinks and talking.
“Surprise!” said Dorothy when he walked in. “What man wouldn’t want two wonderfully hot bitches waiting for him at his home?”
The situation made Basil wary. “What’s going on.”
“You have a promise to keep for Marci,” his girlfriend told him. Marci laughed a little bit longer and louder than seemed natural. It took him a few seconds to realize they must have been drinking for a while and while maybe they weren’t completely drunk, they were well on their way.
“Time to do your husba
