John finished his fourth beer, crushed the can, and stuck his hand inside his shorts. With the other hand he picked up the Chronivac controller again
He glanced at the family photo, and then at the shelf covered with his high school trophies and high school photos. He had married Amanda right out of school, they had been high school sweethearts and the Chronivac detailed his relationship right down to the number of times they had sex and the number of times each had orgasmed. He puckered his lips as he realized how many times Amanda had been faking. John thought about it. He looked up at the photos. His teammates: Damn, the Rico had a fucking man-crush on him, and now that gay-bastard owned a thirty billion dollar social media site. The dude had hit on him, John wondered. His eyes drifted over to Shelly, she was one of the cheerleaders he had banged before settling on Amanda. She was now a Hollywood actress. He thought, what if? His finger hovered over the box with relationship status. There were others too. Maybe he could try it with a limited time frame, Amanda would never have to know.