"Look, Tinsley..."
He started, turning around. Almost forgetting that he was here to talk and not fuck her.
She had made her way back to get her clothes for the day. And did not turn around to look at him. She was still coming down from her high.
"I could...I mean I could drive you..."
He had no idea why he fucking stuttered being around her. He ate efficient businessmen for lunch and he could not get one sentence straight under the scrutinizing gaze of his wife.
"...and we could go together?"
And that made Tinsley turn around right away. She was so over him giving her mixed signals about everything.
"Could you be done being nice to me then I could carry on further?"
Tinsley spat, getting annoyed by that very nature of his. He was always trying to be nice to her. She had come to know about it lately.
