He checked the window again.
She was late.
The phone rang. He picked it up on the third ring. “Yes?”
“Hi honey, I just got home.” Susan. It was his fiancee.
He checked the window, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder. “OK babe. Get some sleep.”
“Goodnight then, hey, tomorrow at five?”
Headlights turned onto his driveway. “Of course,” he checked his watch.
She was an hour late.
“Sweet dreams hon.”
“You too”, he blew a kiss into the phone and hung up.
A knock at the door. He opened it and she came in wearing only a raincoat and spiked heels.
“You’re late”, he said.
“A late fuck is better than no fuck”, she walked into the living room, shouldering off her coat, “C’mon handsome, the welts you left me last time are beginning to heal.”
He looked at the phone and then slowly, eyes now on her, entered the living room, undoing his belt.