Apt 8150, mid afternoon, Spencer and Roxy, closed.
Saturday, and not working was definitely a bonus. Spencer had been run off his feet getting the end of summer sales stuff sorted, and now, about mid afternoon, was thinking pleasant thoughts about dinner, and later on, and oh yes, he had a surprise for Roxy too....
"So I was thinking," he said from the sofa, remote in one hand, beer bottle in the other, "that we should go on a trip or something, but, I don't know, anywhere you really want to go, or would really rather not?"
He was hoping that there might be something, anything, on any one of the lord alone knew how many channels they had on the TV, but so far was coming up empty on interest. "And would you have any problem getting time off work?"