Comedy — Adult

The Last Olive

Across the restaurant, a twenty-something couple broke up via Instagram DM. Marjorie felt a strange, competitive pang. She leaned forward, letting the candlelight do nefarious things to her cleavage. “I’m serious, Greg. I want the house, the dog, and the good toaster.” adult comedy

“Because I’m cheaper than a private investigator?” The Last Olive Across the restaurant, a twenty-something

Greg didn’t look up. “Hilarious. Did you remember to tip the valet?” “I’m serious, Greg

The waiter arrived with dessert. A single, luridly red velvet cake, shaped like a heart. Greg picked up his fork. “You know,” he said, finally smiling, “this is why I never had an affair.”

Marjorie snatched the last olive from her glass and ate it. “Don’t be so sure. I hide the good lube in the same box as the tax returns. You’ve never found either.”