She is sitting on my laps, hugging me tightly, sleeping peacefully and I have my entire world in my arms. For once I am grateful that she has tire herself to sleep. I mean there is only so much a man can take before f*****g coming all over the f*****g cab in the middle of the f*****g night with a f*****g gorgeous wife who is hell-bent on being f****d. I feel so guilty of the pain that I have caused this beautiful, beautiful woman. I hope she forgives me.
"Brad?" She slurs, bringing me out of my reverie. When did I think she was asleep? I hope she doesn’t ask me to f**k her yet again because I don’t know if I will be able to not do it anymore. f**k, this feels like revenge for everything I have done to her so far. The fact that she is drunk and not doing anything to hurt me only makes m
