Mid-Life Crisis

From Torg Adventure

Bill sat at his desk, staring at the latest software numbers without actually seeing them. His thoughts were a million miles away from managing a team of programmers. He was daydreaming about Nancy in Accounting, a young member of the team that had caught his fancy. He imagined her asking him out for a drink, getting drunk, and having sex with him in his car.

"Jenkins. Do you have those figures I need?" Bill's reverie was shattered by his boss, Tom, a mountain of a man, who had a nasty temper when he got mad.

"I'm just finishing them up. I'll send them to you by the end of the day." Bill replied while dismissing images of Nancy sucking his cock from his brain.

"Okay, Jenkins. I'm counting on you." Tom left.

Bill leaned back into the computer, filling the numbers in for his team. After a few minutes, his mind drifted again, this time to the argument he'd had with his wife, Janet, this morning before he left for work. It had been stupid, but he was sick of his wife's lack of interest in anything, except watching television. She was never in the mood for sex, she always ordered take-out food or had Bill cook, and she hired a housekeeper to clean the house on Bill's meager salary. She seemed to have lost interest in Bill, preferring the lives of her imaginary soap opera friends.

This morning's argument had been about the cost of the housekeeper, and Janet had screamed, "Then you do it yourself!" The anger welled up in him again at remembering the argument.

Bill looked at his watch. It was time for his mid-afternoon smoke break. He got up, checked his pockets for cigarettes and a lighter, and headed out of the office. Once he got down to the sidewalk, he stood to the side of the entrance, remaining the required fifteen feet from the door.