CHAPTER FIVE
The only light in the Blaster living room was that flickering from the TV screen. Stretched out on the living room sofa, her long, shapely legs appearing steely and sharp like a pair of scissors in the electric blue of the flickering screen, Margo pouted and complained to herself.
If he wanted me just for s*x, he should have told me that three months ago before the wedding ... What kind of husband keeps secrets and doesn't tell his own bride about the kind of thing he's been involved in...? And running out on me now, in the middle of the night, after what I've done for him, sacrificing myself to that heel Stag...! It's awful ... It's vile and disgusting...!
She turned on the sofa, pulling her little green housecoat open slightly so as to be able to look down the long smoo
