Seven years ago.
At six o'clock, Mary Borthman was on her way to the hotel where her boss, s***h secret husband, Mr. Tyler Johnson, checked in. He called her yesterday and informed her that tonight was the only time he would be available, and if she wanted her job back as his secretary, they needed to talk about something important first.
Whatever it was, she didn't care any longer, and even though the devil said it would be purely business, here she was, driving under the rain in snarling traffic, and yes, she was drunk, but who cares? Mary knew she didn't have to worry about anything other than business conversations. After all, Mr. Johnson never saw her as a woman, not that her yellow sweater and long skirt would make an impression, and besides, he liked his women naked-f*****g all th
