Damian
“But- you b*stard!” the old greying woman sobs out, slapping me across the face and I clench my already tight-set jaws together, the sting aggravating me more, growling. My cheek muscles work overtime, my eyes land on the television screen on the wall that’s on ESPN.
Two of my men who are standing behind her, pull her back from where I am seated, their expressions, dumbfounded. Yes, the old lady dared slap me while I am seated too- hah…good move. If I had been standing, she would not have been courageous enough to.
Women like this, I really want to strangle them- right is right and wrong is wrong. I will never condone a man hitting a woman but it’s just the same the other way around. This f*cked up world of equality and women’s f*cking rights and they play the victim every sin
