Henry never got any complaints when it came to his love making skills. Both he and Dorothy never had any trouble working up a sweat as they pleased each other for a fair amount of time. And yet he couldn't help but thing of someone else while he was doing his thing, distracted by the news that came to him earlier that day. It was the most inappropriate time to think about Lou, and yet there he was with her on his mind despite the beautiful woman in bed with him in a fairly nice hotel. After the deed was done more than a few times, Dorothy went to the bathroom to freshen up while Henry laid on his back and stared at the ceiling with his mind still somewhere else. He just couldn't help it, and he had a feeling it was going to be this way for days leading up to the service that he knew was unavoidable.

     "You really did love her, didn't you?" Dorothy called out from the other room.

     "Excuse me?" Henry called out, hoping for her to say it again.

     "This woman you're mourning," Dorothy said as she emerge from the bathroom wearing only the hotel's large towel. "You were here in mind, but not in spirit."

     "I'm sorry," Henry said, looking back at the ceiling. "It wasn't intentional."

     "Don't fret about it," Dorothy called back out, "I'm used to working with people who are distracted by one thing or another. It's more common than you think. People hook up for the distraction, but sometimes that's just not possible."

     "That's some pretty deep pillow talk," Henry said, sighing. "I'll be the first to admit that her passing has hit me hard, and I was trying to use you to forget it about it."

     "I'm afraid it's not that easy, sport." The lovely lady replied, "I've spelt with enough widows to know that. I realize it wasn't like that between you, but love takes on all forms, and not just the cookie cutter idea we all long for."

     "Do you long for it?" Henry asked, rather curious to hear her answer.

     "Sometimes," Dorothy honestly answered, "But then good judgement gets the best of me and I got back to my nine to five, metaphorically speaking of course."

     "No judgement coming from me, girl." Henry said, trying to make himself comfortable.

     "I appreciate that," Dorothy said, "But I know where I reside in the totem pole. I make do with what I have and survive anyway."

     "That's a very progressive attitude to have about it," Henry admitted, "But I appreciate you deciding to come into work today. I'm not sure how my badly my day could have gone without that necessary course correction."

     "I could sense that too," Dorothy admitted, "But that usually means good business for me so I did it for selfish reasons too."

     "I was in a bad spot," Henry said as he laid back down and stared at the ceiling. "My agent would probably be bailing me out right now if things went differently. The last time she got under my skin, I got into a brawl and broke someone's nose."

     "She got under it often I take it?" Dorothy asked.

     "It was her specialty." Henry said, "She did it more often than I'd like to admit."

     "And she's still there, isn't she?"

     "She is," Henry said, sighing deeply. "Sorry if that sounds weird."

     "Nope, not weird," Dorothy said, "Very profitable actually."

     Suddenly Henry's cell phone started to ring, and he could tell who it was based on the ringtone and he grinned a bit as he reached over and opened the line.

     "Trevor!" Henry said, as he put the phone on speaker so Dorothy could enjoy it too. "What's up, man? Why are you calling me at seven in the morning?"

     "I'm just glad to hear you're okay," Trevor said, "I've been checking hospitals and cells around town."

     "Calm down, cowboy." Henry said, slightly amused. "I'm alright. I crashed at a hotel and am just vegging out. All is well."

     "Oh, alright." Trevor said, as he was able to breath a bit better now.

     "Did you get any details about the service?" he asked his agent.

     "I did," Trevor said, "It is this weekend, and it's out of town. Do you want me to book a few rooms and we'll fly up?"

     "I'd rather drive," Henry admitted, "I don't want to fly."

     "That will take at least two days," Trevor informed him, "Are you sure about that?"

     "I am," Henry said, "Book a hotel at the halfway point, and one at our destination for at least a few days."

     "A few days?" Trevor repeated.

     "Yes, a few days." Henry confirmed, "There are some people I need to chat with, a some issues to resolve. Don't worry, I am bringing the laptop with me so some writing might get done if I can find some flow out there."

     "Alright, that sounds good." Trevor said, warming up to the idea.

     "Considering the slice of that new show you're getting," Henry reminded him, "Giving me a ride and paying your respects to Lou is the least you can do."

     "Hey, she was a bitch to you," Trevor said, "But she was nice to me. I wouldn't mind going to pay my respects. So let's do this. I'll rent a nice car and we'll hit the road."

     "Good man," Henry said, as he liked to get his way. "Now leave me alone, I've got cocaine to sniff off a hooker's ass."

     "Wait, what??" Trevor said, now sounding concerned.

     "I'm kidding," Henry said, having a good laugh. "We don't like cocaine."

     "Thank goodness," Trevor said, "Hey, what do you mean we??"

     "Talk to you tomorrow, Trev." Henry said before dropping the line.

     "I take it that was your agent?" Dorothy said, mildly amused by the conversation.

     "Yup, that was my pimp." Henry said, laying back down and relaxing. "He takes twenty percent so I pay him enough to put up with my bullshit."

     "For that much, he should." She said with a laugh, "And for the record, I don't mind a little cocaine every now and then."

     "Tempting," Henry said, "But I'm not ready to go Gonzo this week, I prefer to be clean when I do my writing. Maybe next time..."

     Dorothy gave a playful laugh as Henry grabbed her and dragged her back to bed for another round of playful rough housing.