It was a typically horrible day at work. We lost the Preston account, as we expected, and I know that half the office thinks it's my fault, which isn't fair at all... but that's a long story. And worse, much worse, we didn't land the Beefway account, which I thought we had in the bag; and although nobody said anything to my face, I know they all blame that one on me. Not that they would have given me any credit if it had come through...
After work, I went down to Gaylord's with Collin and Trina from the office. As usual, Trina had a little bit too much to drink, and she started to flirt with me with Collin sitting right there, can you believe it? But I couldn't even see her; all I could see was Melissa, those exquisite blue eyes. And then I started thinking about the Beefway account, and I suppose I may have had one too many myself, because I got all depressed, and made some excuse to leave, even though I didn't much want to be alone.
And so I was really happy that Barbara came home while I was still awake, and when she asked me how my day was, I knew that she was just making conversation, and I resisted the temptation to tell her. But maybe I should have, because I could see that she disapproved of the alcohol on my breath. Anyway, when she turned off the light and got into bed, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then turned away from me, and I knew what that meant, but I wanted tonight to be different, I needed her comfort. But when I curled up to her, pressing my body against hers, kissing the back of her neck, she just said, "I've got a big day tomorrow," and that was that. No fun for me tonight.
At least, not with Barbara...
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