Steph took my hand and pulled me. “Just one drink. Then you can go to your own room. We won’t bite.”
She turned towards Kristie and they exchanged a long smile. Kristie looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
“It’ll be fun.” She said.
“C’mon David, you don’t want us to be sad, do you?”
Steph curled her bottom lip into a pouty face. I let out a long sigh, and tried not to smile. When I inhaled, I brought in a strong hint of Steph’s perfume, mixed with a pinch of her vodka drink. Her hand was soft, and she kept a firm tug on my arm.
The elevator dinged and opened its stainless steel doors. A man and woman, both with gray hair, stepped out and looked at us with squinted eyes.
I leaned towards the opening, and both Steph and Kristie seemed to energize. Kristie took my other hand, as they gently led me.
Steph pushed a button and the sliding doors closed. We went to their hotel room. Kristie unlocked the door, and we went inside. Moments later, I was removing lavender panties from the willing legs of one, while the other aggressively unfastened my pants.
The digital clock on the nightstand blared the time…the moment my marriage died.