Chapter Ten
“It’s guilt, that’s all,” Coral told her as she refilled the wine glass offered up expectantly; a Cabernet-Shiraz this time, red seeming so much more apt.
“Of course it’s f*****g guilt,” Mandy told her, aware of the raised eyebrows from Corinne at her rare use of an expletive. “My husband took an overdose because I’d stripped him of his company and relegated him to the position of household servant before forcing him to watch me take any number of big black c***s while his little dicklet was locked away in a cage. What else would I think it was?”
It was now two months since Mandy’s husband, Ron, had been unable to take the diet of domestic service and s****l humiliation forced upon him and decided to end his life. The knowledge the life he had once known and loved so much ha
