I wasn't back there f*****g with the books ten minutes it seemed like, before I heard a commotion coming through the walls. I didn't need the door to open for me to know who was behind the racket. She's up.
I'm gonna have to have another talk with my wife about her damn caterwauling. For someone who'd gone to a fancy school where they were supposed to teach women manners and etiquette and s**t, she sure hadn't picked up much.
She f***s like a well-trained courtesan and yells like a damn banshee. And the way things were going with her and her crew she'd be cussing like a sailor next.
"Lawton…" She came busting through the door, her face like a storm cloud.
"Dana Sue what is it? Are you hurt, bleeding, about to lose a limb? If it's none of the above then please leave me to what it is I'
