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around and leave me to take a cold shower?”
    “ Sorry, running late,” she said as she salaciously ran the sponge over her body.
    “ Such is life.”
    “ What?” she asked, with the identical flair of the last what that she said.
    “ Pay back is a bitch. That’s what!” he said, smiling, and hopped out the tub.
    She stared at his naked body and thought that she should choose carefully the next time she had to neglect her job or husband. He wrapped in a towel and left the bathroom.
     
    * * *
     
    William walked into the kitchen and grabbed a mug of cappuccino from the maker. It was set to brew at seven a.m. every morning, even on the weekends. He walked into the living room and opened the vertical blinds and was assaulted with light. The light caused the Italian imported, python-leather upholstery on the sofa and love seat which was a mixture of army green and egg shell white, to glisten. At a flat table, he grabbed one remote that controlled the plasma TV, artful Outlaw Audio surround sound, DVD player, and satellite box. He commanded the television to broadcast CNN morning news.
    Justice set the news to be heard through the loft on the strategically placed Bose speakers, so that he caught every word. He never knew when he would catch a bit of news that he could fuse into one of his fictional manuscripts. He enjoyed CNN news over the plastic local news, but neither compared to Court TV’s Forensic Files or City Confidential when it came to feeding a starving plot. In the dining room, he flipped through the mail from the day before. All junk. He had all of his bills E-mailed to him. He looked past the mahogany table at the serving cart in the corner. He wished Lundin had the LA Tea Party that she fantasized about, so that the money that he spent on the sixteen party archaic tea serving set was not wasted. He respected money.
    William heard the sound of Lundin as she rummaged through one of the wall to wall closets which lined the bedroom along the wall that did not over look into the down stairs. He walked into the bathroom and showered.
    Heavenly fragrances filled the air when William entered the loft bedroom twenty minutes later. The space used to be two bedrooms, but they had the dividing wall removed. The king sized, rosewood bed with lion’s feet as legs was propped against the wall, and covered in luxe $500.00, 1,000 thread count sheets. An ocher love seat with over-sized arms helped the staircase divide the bedroom from William’s home office/library. The sofa sat approximately six-feet from the bed with a perfect view of the forty-eight inch plasma TV that emerged from the foot of the bed on command. Of the three wall to wall closets, Lundin’s was in the bedroom to avoid her from contaminating his space. His and hers six-drawer armoire’s with rosewood and sterling handles, rested on both sides of the bed. Lundin’s home to designer pearls, diamonds, amber, and sapphire. William’s topped with many colognes and one perfume: Clive Christian No. 1. At over two thousand dollars a bottle, it was masculine and expensive enough to accept the perfume moniker proudly. There was egg shell colored carpet, like the rest of the home, and on the walls was a Rembrandt original and three delectable oil paintings each with their own track lighting to flatter them.
    “ You’re running really late,” William said, sarcastically.
    “ They won’t miss me,” she claimed, never missing a stroke of the eye lash brush.
    Lundin had a perfect café au lait complexion and did not need make-up, but it added to her beauty. She was dressed in European couture, mostly white.
    “ Isn’t there some sort of rule about white?” William joked.
    “ It’s May. You’re no longer on the East Coast Toto,” she said and grabbed her keys and briefcase. “Give Boopsie some sugar,” she said and rushed over to him.
    He turned his head away. “Pay back’s a bitch.”
    “ Suit you,” she responded and turned around. She walked