Peep Show

Lisa

Monday came and went. Lisa couldn't seem to motivate herself to leave the house. She called Trisha to let her know that she was sick with food poisoning and would be back in on Tuesday. Her wonderful secretary took care of canceling everything. Lisa spent the day on the couch staring blankly at the TV or in her bed, rolling around in an effort to sleep her existence away.

Leaving New York early was a good idea. She needed to get back to Maine, back to a life that made sense and didn't leave her drowning in the hormonal responses of a college-aged boy. Marc was too young. Plain and simple. He had the body of a god and could fuck like nobody's business, but so could plenty of other, older men. She needed to see Michael. To take out her frustrations on him and bleed her desires out over a long night.

"But he's gone too." Lisa growled loudly, reaching over and smashing a pillow to her face. She had been up all night, trying to figure out why Marc played along the recess of her though