Post-coital Tristesse — Word Count: 28,616
Todd raised an eyebrow. “Bruce is coming to pick you up?”
Elizabeth nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I’m working at Patman Canning now,” she said. “And I’m sleeping with him.”
“You’re doing what?” Todd exclaimed, a look of surprise crossing his face before it was replaced with a look of anger.
“I’m sleeping with him,” Elizabeth said. “You know, fucking.”
“But — but I thought you hated sex,” Todd sputtered. “You cried after every orgasm.” A loving act between two consenting adults