“That’s what you said the last time I pointed this out to you!” she exclaimed. Eyes narrowed, she crossed her arms across her small, perky breasts.
“I know I did,” he said. He brought his hands together and rubbed them together nervously. His face scrunched up. “I should have been more careful. I meant to be more careful. I’m sorry, Foxx. I really am.”
“I’m sick to death of your promises and your excuses,” Foxx told him, her hands on her hips in a classic posture of outrage.
“What else can I do, dear?” he asked sadly.
“Maybe what you need to do is get punished for being a damned slob, Sloppy Sloan!” Foxx shouted.
“Having you mad at me is a punishment,” he commented and bit his lower lip as he looked shamefacedly downward.
“It’s not nearly enough of a punishment in my opinion,” she s
