Chapter 7
People tended to hate Mondays, if only on general principle. The weekend, two days of play, had ended, and it was the start of the work week, five days of the old grind. Monday meant it was time to haul ass out of bed and join the rat race once more.
Not Tom, however. He enjoyed the weekends, when he could have as many as three different lovers—he enjoyed men in all their varieties—but he loved his job and looked forward to returning to the halls of academia on Monday morning.
Except this Monday…
This Monday, there was someone in his bed with him, which was highly unusual, since he preferred to sleep alone—his partners were either dismissed to the spare bedroom, or else they left to go home, having gotten what they’d wanted, a taste of the leather daddy.
This Monday, the bed
