Molly's eyes flick to him as he lies back on the seat in pain, and I stay silent, unsure what to say. I'll catch a cab home from the ER. I don't want to be in the way.
Molly shakes her head as she drives. "So . . . let me get this straight, Michael. You're going out with Madam Whorebag tonight, and you go to all this trouble to satisfy whoever she is in bed with?"
He looks over at her and clenches his jaw as if he knows what's coming next.
"You couldn't even be bothered to have s*x with me at all, Michael!" she screams. "How the hell do you think that makes me feel?"
"Because you didn't f*****g like it," he fires back. "Because I got two f*****g pumps."
My eyes widened. Oh jeez. I don't want to be here right now. I slump into my seat to try to hide.
"Why do you think I have to take t
