Back to work.

You decide to concentrate on work. You have wasted enough time already. Why arrive early in the office if you use your working time to surf internet and dreaming away? You put both hands on your keyboard and focus on the Excel sheet on your screen.

What was it again you wanted to do?

Ah, yes, right. There was this movie you wanted to check out. Maybe you could take Dave to the cinema on the weekend. When was it on again? Oh, and you should definitely check if any of your friends have some update on Facebook... While you click and browse, your thoughts drift back again to Dave and his masculine body. You definitely need to get laid tonight. What's a husband for if he doesn't fuck you?

Did you really just think that? You normally don't think in such strong words. How...? You stare at the screen. What was it again you wanted to do? Maybe there is some kind of message board where women help each other out how to seduce their husbands, you think. Why did you never discuss with your friends how to please a man... Yes, of course, Dave always seemed happy, but there sure must be more.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop! What the hell are you daydreaming about? You wanted to work!

Work!

Gosh, it's late already? What happened to all those hours? Work. Now.

This time, finally, you manage enough concentration to work until evening.