Brayden rubbed his temples, fending off the last vestiges of his hangover. It was always like this when he drank too much. Yesterday, he couldn’t even get out of bed. Now, because he didn’t eat anything the day before, his body was dehydrated and weak.
His secretary had brought him a glass and Alka-seltzer with a somewhat disgusted look. It was clear she didn’t think much of him and had no desire to nurse him. What he wouldn’t give for a woman’s tender care. That was why they were put on the Earth.
Brayden’s nose wrinkled in disgust as he remembered the transvestite from the party. What man in his right mind wanted to be a woman? It was disgusting and unnatural. He shivered at the thought.
And yet, someone came to his/her defense. Most of the night was a blur, including the face of the
