“You’re out of your mind, Mason!” She tried to shake him free to no avail.

He pulled at her gently. Then, she fell into his arms unwittingly. They were so close to each other that she could smell the odor of smoke as well as the aftershave off of him.

“How are things lately?”

Leaning over, he snuffed out the cigarette. His voice was gentle.

She didn’t respond to him. Her eyes turned red and she asked, “What do you think you’re doing, Mason? We're divorced. You have no right to treat me this