“I’ll have a Lone Star.”
“In the bottle?”
“Sure.”
“What about you, honey?”
“I’ll have a Zombie Revenge.” Not her usual white wine. Rubber, he should have used a rubber. Xxx At least they were too late for the happy hour at the hotel. Well, he’d been right there all the time, but busy with other customers. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental
“WHERE SHOULD WE go for dinner?”
“I don’t know. Now I know why you like doing it. No deep throat for sure. “Never saw them this busy. Call my mother.”
“What are you going to tell her?”
“What are you going to tell your wife? And I liked it. “They’re fine. She could hear the toilet flushing, the shower hissing for a couple minutes.
