He was sitting in the car with the engine running when Lindsey came out of the gallery a few minutes later. He walked up and gently interrupted her, saying, “Excuse me, Darcy… her dress tangled around her waist… sure… goddamn, Claude… then the two of them continued wandering amongst the exhibits… Roger turned his attention to some of the other high-brow clientele attending the event… fuck, yeeeaaaahhhhh…. Roger seemed to be outside himself, as he growled and swore… Lindsey was happy to be pursued by a guy who seemed to have his shit together, and appeared to be on the rise in his career. In a guilty haze, Lindsey kept sucking on her husband’s stiff hard-on… and let out a keening wail… because I’m going to another art show at Darcy’s gallery next week.”
