Derelict
“How long has it been?” “A long time.” I opened my desk drawer pretending to look for anything. “Fess up. How long?” I tried to deflect. “You first. How long has it been since you had sex?” “This is such an enriching meaningful work discussion that’s vital to completing Nick Shaw’s final report. Isn’t it? Oh, let me answer.” Vivie loved to pry, but she rarely gave up salacious information about herself. “No, it isn’t. But since you insist I go first, you should know that I had sex last...
Reluctance