I’ll look over the slides tonight–quarterly stuff, clients–and get to know the key faces. “What’s your plan, genius? Yell at each other again? ‘I wish you’d stop being such a perv’–that kinda thing?”

She glared at him, pacing the small space, her movements awkward in his slighter frame. “These things are trashed, though. She tried to regain her footing, his sneakers slipping on the carpet, but he pressed forward, pinning his own body against the couch with her hands.

“Get off me!” she barked, thrashing in his weaker frame,My Innocent Beautiful Girlfriend but Ken held firm, her grip unrelenting.