Epilogue
Jay moved through an unyielding sea of boxes and packing crates. He almost tripped over the mattress on the floor and grimaced at the sight of the bed in pieces. They still needed to assemble many of the flat-packs. The job required at least two pairs of hands, or maybe a brain surgeon to figure out what ailed the person who wrote the instructions. So far, their hands and all other parts of their anatomies had been too busy to get around to the chore. They might spend the rest of their lives sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Sleeping and having s*x on it. Jay’s lips twitched at the real reason the bed lay in fragments, their belongings stood around in packing crates.
Sex aside, they needed to set up the home office. Part-time employment taking care of the paperwork and settin
