“Your Chris is just another one of them. They hate to admit it when their clothes are on, out in public or at home with their white picket fences and perfect trophy wives and squeaky clean, bratty children. But make no mistake, Meg. They love to feel my wrath--I go right ahead and punish their asses, stretch them wide. It’s only a matter of time for Chris—I’ve seen it plenty of times before. They pretend to be all lovey-dovey and committed to you while you’re in front of him, then they sneak out behind your back to see me the first chance they get. Putrid worms of creatures.”
“You’re sure he wants it? He actually said that?”
“Yes, Meg! He actually said that. So what are you gonna do? Will you give him what he wants, or are you going to be the one he’s lying to when he comes to get it fro
