Then it occurred to me that every morning at 5 a.m. when Jordan claims to be going to work, he was really going to see his mistress. It could be the only explanation.
I started gathering evidence to persecute him; I sniffed him everywhere to discover where exactly this woman had been rubbing up against him. His armpits? Odd. She must like his muscular arms.
Suddenly, I realized . . . he must have worn the Secret deodorant we have in the bathroom.
I was wearing Degree Sport.