Lap DogChapter 2
Jack Sims eased his car into the company parking lot, wincing as the tires bounced roughly over a high spot in the pavement. Damn, I must have got drunk last night, he thought, trying not to move his aching head. Half remembered images of the party flickered through his mind, but much more sharp were his recollections of that sexual debacle with Angela after they got home. What the hell was the matter with him? he asked himself bitterly. Two years they had gone together, having no trouble...