Howard woke up with someone punching him in the face and body. He jumped off the couch and looked up. His eyes were adjusting to the light, and his head was pounding from the alcohol-fueled frenzy of last night. It was Isabella, and she was furious. Still confused, Howard held out his hands to defend himself and realized he was naked. He looked around and saw an equally naked Erica stumbling around for her clothes. Howard understood what was happening: he’d been caught sleeping with Erica.
“How could you?” demanded Isabella angrily.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it just happened,” said Howard weakly.
“I want you out … I want you gone,” cried Isabella as she ran to the bedroom and began to pack Howard’s night bag.
Howard sat on the couch. Erica was almost dressed. She wanted nothing mor
