“What do you do when it’s not fun anymore?”
“I unplug, and take a bath,” she said, cradling the phone between her cheek and shoulder. It nearly slipped on her tear-slicked face, but she managed to keep it in place.
“Ah, is that water running?” he asked with a flirtatious lilt in his voice. “Are you naked?”
“Not now, Tom. Time to unplug. Good-bye.”
She’d tried so hard, but he hadn’t wanted what she had to offer.
He wasn’t the only one.
The pills were taking effect. Holding the razor tightly between exasperated, exhausted fingers, she whispered:
“Time to unplug.”