Feeling somewhat numb and abandoned, Ted went downstairs in search of the decanter. He filled a tumbler to the brim with his beloved 15-year-old Dalmore whisky and turned on the television, tossing the remote to one side in an attempt to block out the sound of the rhythmic moans of pleasure emanating from the bedroom above. The sights and sounds of their fevered, animalistic fucking were burnt into his subconscious foreve...

“Oh, fuck,” Ted shouted loudly inside his head as he bolted upright in his chair at the airport lounge, as though he’d been administered an electric shock. There was nothing he could do except hope Alice didn’t venture into his office. In his haste to depart that morning, Ted unintentionally forgot to lock his briefcase after taking several of the magazines for his trip. Normally, they were kept away from prying eyes unde...