Five years later
This lecture is taking an eternity. Most days I love my job, love every minute I spend teaching classes and writing papers, but I've got a naked photo from Sarah burning up my phone, and I made the rookie error of checking my messages right before class.
She knows I have a lecture right now, the imp.
I dig the palm of my hand into my eye, pointing at another raised hand. "Yes?"
I'll field their questions. I'll talk through all the slides. I'm good at my job, damn it, even when my wife is trying to drive me mad.
She looked so f*****g good in that photo. Stark naked, except for an artfully draped throw, tucked around the early swell of her baby bump. Stretched out over our sofa, with a mischievous smile and the caption: "Remember old times?"
Old times. The cheek. I f**
