Indeed, there was no more suitable place.
Sam had made this choice after carefully weighing the pros and cons.
Still, he was a bit worried, mainly about Zoe next door.
Would she discover what was happening before he even got home and come out to confront him, perhaps with a knife in hand?
It was late; he hoped Zoe was already asleep.
With an arm around each woman, Sam looked like the luckiest man alive as he left the bar, the envious gazes of the bartenders following him.
It was as if they had conjured up the scenario of a wild threesome in their minds.
Once in the taxi, even the driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror to check on the situation in the back, so frequently that Sam couldn't help but say,
"Mr. Driver, please focus on the road while driving. You almost hit a tree just now."
"Ah... sorry, sorry."
