Rob slid back, moving to his own feet so she could freely shove the chair away and turn to the open door. Morag stood shakily, her thin frame looking suddenly so fragile and small beside his muscular body that towered over her.
‘You won’t do this to me! You love me! I know you do! You just need to get over this… this thing… This affair. I forgive you. I do.’ She was back to rambling, her voice up and down in both tone and volume as her brain scrambled through a million emotions.
‘Morag listen to me…’ Rob tried.
‘NO… You listen to me! You take that w***e and you screw her f*****g brains out until you have had your fill. You get it out of your system. You hear me? f**k her any which way you want, up the ass for all I care, but you do it and you forget it. You forget her and then you come
