“What are you saying?” Mitch snaps.
“Babe? Didn’t you see where she came from? The kitchen, where your husband was supposedly stuck in while you were going berserk out here howling his name, what if they were..."
“Don’t you dare finish that, Sally! Do not insult me and my husband!” The b***h spits, fuming red and throwing me a questionable glance, as if something from that statement aroused some suspicions in her.
“I am sorry to say this, babe, but these days, you cannot overlook even the tiniest things. This thing has no rules, you know. When the need arises, you just jerk it off on the next whole thing next to you.” A man in black shades states
“That is for classless sick bastards, Jimmy! Besides, I have full trust in my husband. His pedigree is just too high to fall for such a piece
