AN HOUR LATER....
Monk woke up and yawned. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Why wasn't he in his bed? Why was he on the floor? He looked around. Why was Sharona beside him? He looked on his coffee table. "Oh no." he whispered when he saw the mess. He got up and went into the kitchen, where Benjy was sitting, drinking orange juice and eating a bowl of cereal. "Uh, Mr. Monk, you might want to put some clothes on." Benjy said. Monk looked down. "Oh. Right." he said, turning and walking into his bedroom. He put on his normal outfit, a collared shirt, pants, and a jacket. Grabbing a new pack of wipes from the bathroom, he headed back to the den to clean up the mess. He wiped off the coffee table, and put the glasses in the sink. He headed towards one of the walk-in closets he had had installed several years ago, and looked for the shelf labeled 'Very, Very Old Clothes'. He had it alphabetized, so it was easy to find. He pulled out a pair of red shorts and an old t-shirt with the word 'California' across the front. He brought it out to the den, and tried to dress Sharona without waking her. He was unsuccessful. She woke up as he was sliding the shirt over her. Sharona moaned sleepily. "Hey Monk." she said, pulling his face down to kiss him. He pulled away. "What, Monk? What's wrong?" she asked. "I - we - shouldn't have done that last night." Monk said, staring at the wall. "I don't know what came over me. How could I hurt Trudy like that?" Monk said, nodding his head. "Trudy doesn't give a sh**, Monk." Sharona said. Monk glared at her. "Get out. Now. I don't want you in this house ever again." Monk said. "Don't worry, I quit." Sharona said. "You can't quit. You're fired. Out!" Monk said.
TO BE CONTINUED....