SCOTT

Traffic was horrible on the way home. A helicopter would have been great. Instead the first hour had been stop and go with little damn movement for twenty or thirty miles, though it finally eased up after. It was after eight thirty, and I was exhausted when I got home. I'd been working hard for twelve straight days. Despite my weariness, I'd been hard for the last forty-five minutes thinking of the video Julia had sent me last night. Becky was a cute girl who looked quite delicious in any way that mattered. My brain knew what Julia was trying to pull, but my dick didn't care. I wondered...