Vincent
I didn't bother saying goodbye to that little brat this morning, but now I'm feeling a bit...I don't know...
Melancholic?
No, that's not a term I'd ordinarily associate with myself. Yet, here I am, feeling a twinge of something similar to regret for not saying goodbye to Sarah this morning.
This is absurd.
She passed out completely after I gave her her fourth orgasm. Jeez, if she is going to stick around as my wife, she better learn to f*****g keep up.
My plane was supposed to take off in a few minutes, so I contemplated calling home to hear her voice, but I decided against it at the last minute.
It's a moment of weakness, nothing more. I am Vincent Sterling, after all, a man who doesn't succumb to sentimental urges.
I lean back in my seat, staring out at the clouds rolling
