2.0.2

“What do you think is better,” Fey asked, stretched out comfortably across the large bed, “virtual sex or the real thing?”

Vince rotated his body slightly to the right. “This feels like a trick question.”

“No, seriously.”

“Well,” he said turning his body back, “a month ago I would have said you can’t beat the real thing, but you’ve since convinced me otherwise.”

She let out a soft laugh. “What can I say? I’m good at what I do.”

“Have you ever met one of your virtual partner’s in person?” asked Vince.

“Have you?”

“I asked first.”

She thought for a moment. “Yeah, once or twice,” she admitted. “It’s usually a quick way to end things.”

“It sure is…” Vince agreed.

They laid there for a moment in the quiet peace of each other’s company, something unusual for both of them, though for different reasons.

“You don’t strike me as someone who fools around very much,” said Fey.

“Ha!” laughed Vince. “I guess I did back in my college days. Then life got busy.”

“So why this?” she asked. “Why now? Why me? Surely someone as successful as-”

“Success is overrated. I made a mistake years ago. Been thinking… maybe it’s time to… change course or something.”

He turned back to her and smiled. “And besides, there’s something intriguing about you…”

“You think so?” she said, kissing his cheek. She pulled herself in close to him, and soon the two of them drifted off to sleep.