Chapter Four
Shit, Jilly thought. The last thing she wanted to do was go home. She imagined sitting, waiting in her empty house, waiting for her husband to come through the front door with his latest story about how he had worked late on some asinine sales presentation.
She sipped some scotch and then swallowed more beer; going over the options in her head.
Did she really want to sleep with Tommy, again? The last time had been surprisingly easy: They’d had too much to drink; no big surprise there. Her husband, Rick, had been at a sales convention, supposedly, so she’d had no real reason to get herself on home. And she hadn’t wanted to drive inebriated anyway; was not about to risk a DUI. Staying the night at Tommy’s had seemed like a reasonable conclusion to a fun evening.
But then Tom
