“Seriously, babe. I look fat and bloated,” said the wife to her husband. “I so do not like looking at me right now.”
If looks could kill, Marilyn knew she would be dead two times over. Her husband, ex-marine sergeant Scott O'Neil, was definitely not looking at her in a playful manner.
“Have you gone out of your mind?”
“No,” she answered, giving the baby gentle pats to his bottom as it sucked at her breasts.
“Then tell me why the hell you think I find you unattractive?”
“I find me unattractive. ”
“You need laser surgery.”
“Scott!”
“Don't you dare 'Scott' me.”
He was genuinely mad, she thought as she watched his eyes.
He continued his tirade, “Lemme ask you this?”
“Okay.”
“Do you have a tail growing out of your anus?”
A second later, she burst into laughter. “Scott?”
He leaned
