But if I truly wanted Lila’s pussy—which, I was beginning to suspect was the case—I had to tone it down. And maybe no more hookers. Fine, definitely no more hookers. Sex was neither here nor there for me. I could take it or leave it, depending on my schedule, workload, and its availability. Going without wouldn’t be a first, or particularly difficult. But this was a headache I didn’t anticipate. A complication that wasn’t a part of the arrangement. I’d deal with that later, though. I knocked my drink back. I’d handle it. I always handled it.
