ne(one)piphany

At the moment, he was enjoying the services of an inflatable plastic love sheep in the comfort of his bedroom. With others overseeing his business interests, his life had become an endless series of one-night trysts with air-filled livestock, a habit so consistently returned to that at one point, he had been single-handedly responsible for keeping the manufacturer in business. It was no different now, but the circumstances had changed: he had liked them so much, he bought the company.