He orders pizza

As he turned the key in the ignition, Frank realized how tired he was. Several sessions with Brittany, the surprise visit from Cathy and the voracious assault of Brenda, coming on top of his heroic efforts the day before made him feel almost frail, and certainly in need of food and sleep.

He had no interest in cooking for himself, and sitting in a restaurant didn't appeal to him. Ordering a pizza seemed the best and easiest option, and as he drove home he made the call.

At home he opened a bottle of wine and put on some music, savoring his recollections of the day. Brittany was an interesting case, and he was still puzzled by what appeared to be genuine affection for her. Certainly he felt nothing similar for any of the other bitches on the street. He liked some more than others, but he couldn't say he actually felt fond of any of them.

He had poured a second glass of wine when it occurred to him that the pizza was late. By at least twenty minutes, by his calculation. He was about to call the place when his doorbell rang. He opened the door to find a busty young brunette who looked anxiously at him.

"I'm so sorry I'm late! It's my first day and I got confused. My GPS sent me to the wrong place."

Frank looked at her flustered face and saw an opportunity.

He just wondered if he had the energy to take advantage of it.