| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: The Great Getaway (4/13) |
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me about the job at the club. The money is much better at the club and the boss doesn't hit on me as much." But I hadn't heard that last part either. I really wasn't hearing anything but the sound of my own enraged voice. It wasn't until later, after I had replayed the whole conversation in my mind, that I recalled what she said about her boss hitting on her. I became angry at myself for not paying attention at the time she had said it. "Why? You said you were good at it?" I asked but no answer was going to placate me. Still trying to communicate with me, she said, "The money was much better at the club, Todd." "I'll bet it was! How much better?" I said as the "Green-Eyed-Monster" took another bite. She took an envelope from her purse and handed it to me. I opened it up and examined it. There must have been at least eight thousand dollars in it. "You earned all this working at the club?" I said in disbelief. She nodded yes. "Just what DID you do at the club to make this much money?" I said as that damned mental picture of Fabio and his hundred-dollar bill popped back into my mind. She pleaded, "It wasn't like that, Todd! All I did was serve drinks!" Somewhere in my unconscious mind I must have been thinking, "Well, Hell! I'm acting pretty stupid now aren't I? I'm really on a roll. I wonder if I can make it any worse? Let's find out shall we?" for the next thing I said was, "You don't really expect me to believe you made all this money and all you did is sell drinks?" Her response was to go to our bedroom and lock the door. For the next three months, I was living with the Ice Queen and I was beginning to get frostbite. After the accident, the Ice Queen's sister, the Mistress of Pain, moved in with her, for she seemed totally devoid of compassion at my plight. I realized what she had been planning to do with the money later on when I found a confirmation email from a travel agency on my laptop. It was confirming our reservations for a honeymoon trip to Hawaii. Which brings us back to the question of how I found myself in such a pitiful state in the first place. Well, the answer is stupidity! That's how! My own stubborn, irrational stupidity! Because if it weren't for my own stupidity, I wouldn't have found myself exiled to the couch for six months, nursing a wounded knee, being horny as hell, and having one severely pissed-off wife. And to make matters worse, every time I tried to apologize, she would just walk away without even saying a word! Chapter Three - “Making Him Suffer” "Pick up your leg, damn it! You want to be a cripple all your life, Todd?" God, she was in rare form today. I think she must have been reading up on the art of revenge on the Internet, or perhaps she had been reading up on the art of male torture, because she was wearing another one of those damn hot |
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