It was hard not to roll her eyes at Chris as she wiped his mess from between her legs. It was probably just he imagination, but she felt like Mark had left more the third time than her husband, even after weeks of build up. "Oh it was fine," she lied to her one minute man.<br/><br/>Not wanting to drag it out any further, she got up to go and brush her teeth, taking her phone with her. Trish had been on the fence about seeing Mark again at all, much less the next day, but after the reminder of how inadequate her husband was, she sent a text,<em>why don't you bring that hotdog for lunch</em>. She didn't think to wait for a reply, and headed back to bed, climbing under the covers and putting her phone on the nightstand.