The lights went out. Mark looked about, rubbing his eyes. The office was empty, the cubicles abandoned for the night. He checked the time. 10:30. Josie would be angry. He hadn't called to tell her he would be home late. Mark sighed. Home. He didn't want to go home.
Things with Josie were strained these days. He stayed late at the office almost every day, she spent an awful lot of time at Emma's house. When they were both home it was either silent or they were fighting. He wished they had the strength to end it but they were both holding out for something. God knows what.
He knew what her relationship with Emma really consisted of. It was hard not to notice, he knew what she was like after sex. When she came home, she was bubbly and smiley and out of breath. He used to do that to her. Now it was Emma.
He would have been more upset if not for David. David was Mark's boss. He had come to the company about six months ago and Mark had immediately felt attracted to him. At first this scared him, he had always been straight, but as time went by he came to accept it. Now he spent his days mooning over David's deep black eyes and his nights stroking himself the way he wanted David to.
Mark stretched. He should go home. He would go home but first...He stood up and packed up his things. Then, looking around to make sure he was truly alone, he walked to David's office. It was his nightly ritual to go over there and sit in David's chair, play with his stapler, and let his imagination take over. It was crazy and a little creepy, but it soothed Mark's soul.
He opened the door and peeked in. Empty as it should be. He smiled and walked in. The moon came through the large window; illuminating the basic office supplies and making them look unearthly. He dropped his bag on the floor by the door and stood there for a second, breathing in the scent. It smelled like wood polish, cigarettes and David's cologne. Mark shivered.
