Good enought to waste some time...

The beautiful couple had the quintessential love/hate relationship.

The love was needy and co-dependent and fierce in its demands.

The hate was angry and loud and violent in its slamming.

The beautiful woman frequently threw the beautiful man's clothes out of the window of the pent-house, often tempted to throw him out with them. But there was no need; he left voluntarily, slipped placenta-like into the warm embrace of his mother for a day or so, while the fire of the hate cooled.

But the beautiful woman hated being alone.

After a particularly vicious fight, and after he had stayed away particularly long, she threw caution where she usually thres his clothes, made a call to the substitute who simply happened to be conveniently available and spent the night with him instead.

The beautiful couple's bed could tell the difference from the scents and the sounds.

The beautiful man, when he returned later that day, the substitute had been conveniently sent on his way, could not, and that night the beautiful couple's bed was considerably bewildered.

The beautiful woman scarcely gave the substitute another thought other than, Well, he was good enough to waste some time...