Moresome Stories

It was already dark when the taxi arrived at the Marriott Hotel in Washington, D.C. It was Saturday night, and our friend Mike worked there. He was getting off work and had reserved a room for Rick, him, and me to spend a special Saturday night together. Mike was the husband of Rick's supervisor. It was strictly a marriage of convenience, though I believe his wife had truly come to love him. The feeling wasn't mutual, how...