Wife and lover push husband beyond the breaking point
My wife Patricia, Pat to her friends and family, strode confidently into the den where I was trying to watch Clemson get the shit kicked out of them by Alabama’s Tide. She was twenty years younger than me and built like the proverbial “Brick Shithouse.” “What are you doing with that junk?’ she asked. It was the first time she’d seen me exercising my arms and grip. Usually I do it only when she’s not around–too much temptation to test my progress by squeezing around her neck. Naw, let me stop my crap; I wouldn’t hurt her for the world … Read more