I surveyed the others, who had all stopped in their tracks. "So what was the plan, boys? You were all going to get a fuck in? The very definition of sloppy seconds - hell, sloppy thirds and fourths and fifths. Than what? Slit my throat? Leave me for dead? Let some school janitor find me stuffed in a dumpster? You would deny my children their mother for one night of cheap thrills?
J.R. RainA marriage shouldn't have to be so much work. Love shouldn't crush your soul. A relationship should add to your life, not take away from it.
J.R. RainIf I hear any more loud voices, you will both be auctioned off on eBay. I could use the extra money.
J.R. RainHell hath no fury like a man embarrassed by a woman
J.R. RainTag: man hell embarrassment
So are we stalking your ex-husband?”
“I’m a licensed private investigator,” I said. “I’m licensed to stalk.”
“Really?”
“In most cases.”
“What about this case?”
“In this case,” I said. “We’re stalking the hell out of him.
You're never alone, Sam. Ever. As hard as life might seem, there's always hope. There's always a way, and there's always love. Always.
J.R. RainWhat the fuck is a scone?
It’s Irish, I think, for stale bread.
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