When Melissa woke up the next morning, she felt sore all over like she had been run over by a truck.

Unable to get up for a while, she just lay still, grappling with the discomfort.

The pursuit of momentary pleasures had dampened her lofty ambitions.

The thought of going to work now seemed unbearable.

Marcus had already left the bed. He appeared at the doorway of the masters bedroom, looking fresh and noble as he fastened his cufflinks.