While at home, I finally figured out how to word things to Trudi, and sent her a couple of text messages (Me? Hide behind text? Naaah!) thanking her for a wonderful time, which was especially nice of her since she was being kicked out by June 1st. Also an add-on message saying how proud I was of her to be doing sex for mutual pleasure, rather than expecting some kind of payoff.
I can be a right bastard sometimes.
I just had to show my handiwork to Mena, so I walked downstairs, showed it to her, we both started laughing, and then she started pointing to the family room. Trudi was home.
Courageous individual that I am, I ran to the car and headed out to warehouse. No laptop. Heck, I wasn't even wearing a watch.
So, on the one hand, I've somewhat navigated the situation. On the other, well, Gods! I'm such a wimp.