Mark sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a t-shirt and boxers and fiddling with the alarm clock. He was not at all looking forward to this. Part of him even wondered if he'd be able to...
It was such a disgusting situation. He had no desire to sleep with Gwen, and whether she did or not, neither of them should have been forced to - Let alone by the government.
He glanced over his shoulder, frowning. She was beautiful, and probably could have found a husband on her own, if given the option.