Page 199 of Accidental Husband
"How?" She clears her throat as the waitress approaches.
The server drops off our breakfasts. Shoots us that sametsk, tsk, you realize you're in public? look then leaves.
Jules takes her knife and fork. Cuts her pancakes into even rectangular slices. "You have work all day."
"Yeah."
"Where are you going to take this video?"
"In the bathroom."
She pours syrup over her pancakes. "In the bathroom at your place of employment?"
"Or the office."
"But… It's your work."
"It won't be the first time someone came there."
"Still." Her brow furrows. "That's your job."
"Won't be the first time someone came there this week."
"Oh… Well…" She stabs a stack of squares, brings them to her mouth, moans through a bite. "Matcha really is the greatest thing in the world."
"You're a parody of yourself."
"I'm a parody of myself?"
I nodhell yeah.
"I'm not the one so obsessed with sex I want to record a masturbation session at work."
"You saying you don't want to see that?" I ask.
"Well… Um…"
"'Cause I can keep the recording to myself."
"No, I… Uh…" Her cheeks flush.
"Or you could drop by at lunch with my digital camera. And we could take a video together."
Her cheeks flame red.
"Or at home."
"Not, um, not on theTwilightsheets."
"If we get new bedding?" I ask.
"That, um… that sounds like good married life."
"Sex tapes?"
"Bedding."
I chuckle. "Then sex tapes?"
