Chapter XXVOcean Springs – Vancleave, Mississippi
April 13, 2012
It was 4:00 a.m. and her husband sang an oldie to her with comely ugliness.
“Even though we ain't got money / I'm so in love with you honey,” the i***t crooned.
Clarice blushed. “You're drunk,” She told him when her love-distressed brain started working again. “Swear to God. We do have money.”
“That's true,” he said, agreeing on both accounts, drinking straight from a bottle of champagne. He gave her a stupid, lopsided grin and slurred, “If you do a strip tease, I'll decorate your panties with Benjamins.”
Tittering, Clarice said, “You left `drunk' in the rearview mirror, pal. Plastered is the avenue your inebriated a*s is driving on now.” Clarice pointed up to the drop light, dimmed by her underwear wrapped around it, h
