“What are you doing?” I asked. I had not expected this and I was completely surprised. “Get off me this instance.”
“Or what?” he asked with a smug look on his face. “Can’t I be with my wife anymore? That doesn’t seem very fair or considerate.” He continued.
“I don’t care, just get off me,” I demanded angrily.
“NO.” was his sassy reply.
“What?” I asked with my face contorted in confusion.
“I said no,” he said with the same smug look and sassy expression.
“Have you gone mad Joseph?” I was utterly perplexed. This wasn’t my husband. My husband was a crazy and uncaring fellow who derived pleasure from my pain.
He adjusted his weight to his elbows and steadied himself, all the while staring me in the eye.
I know what he wanted but I wasn’t ready for it. At least not now.
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