The weekend was finally here and Joshua was on his way. He’d arrive late Friday evening. Philip spent most of Thursday night cleaning the condo, watering plants, shopping for snacks, staples and meals for two nights, and making sure the sheets were fresh, and the bedroom in fastidious condition. He filled an end table drawer on his side of the bed—the left side was his preference—with packs of condoms. He slept poorly. Too much anticipation. But what the hell, they wouldn’t be getting out of bed other than to eat and use the bathroom. That was the plan. There was nothing more on the agenda but s*x, s*x, and more s*x. Philip couldn’t wait.
He got the call in the morning. Philip had grabbed his briefcase and was almost out the door when he picked up the receiver.
“Babe, it’s me.”
“Josh yo
