He is in the military and might be having a rough time back at home...maybe he’s seen some shit that totally fucked him up for life. PTSD is real an... it’s scary. I’ve heard true horror stories about men coming home to their wives all fucked up in the head from the shit they have seen and dealt with in combat.Don’t get me wrong, I am NOT defending Clark’s reaction to hitting his wife. Domestic violence is NEVER okay. I want to beat the SHIT out of him for doing so! I just want to believe that. He looked around my age, and wore expensive looking clothing. The part that actually attracted me the most was the look on his face. He wasn’t crazy, or murderous, but normal. He looked sorry and upset. “Will…?” I asked. Please god let this be who I was destined for. He nodded his head and then cocked it to the side. “You need to do me a favor” He asked in a velvet soft voice. I nodded and scooted closer to hear him better. “Don’t look at them. Don’t give them the time of day. They want to. After living for years with her insanely jealous husband she had had enough. Her two children all but grown and she had to escape. Could she stay with me for a while, she'd asked. Naturally I welcomed her into my home. She arrived a couple of days later, her clothes and possessions packed in a green Chevy. She looked good, having lost a lot of weight. She had a nice figure and breasts that made a hungry handful. For the next couple of days we didn't do much more than talk and catch up on family. She had once been severely reprimanded for not anticipating his desire for anal sex and she now made certain to visit her bathroom in sufficient time to ready herself for that contingency.After fucking the young shoplifter, Jerry knew he would smell of sex, hers and his, and that he would need a shower before he even thought about doing anything with his wife. Jerry may have been a real asshole to many other women, and certainly did not set any records for kindness to his wife either, but he.