Even though they had been married for nearly a year, she did not really know that much about what kind of gift he might like. It didn't really matter ...hough. She knew she would enjoy picking it out for him. Mary loved her husband very much. She and Mark had known each other since high school, but they had only been dating four months before the marraige took place. There had been no question that Mary was madly in love him, even from the very first time she saw him, but in reality, they had. . now I can't.All I could do for the present was to go home. I got into my car and decided to listen to my Final Fantasy playlist on the way home.The drive was long, as it always was. I would wake up hours early and drive all the miles necessary to work. The work was its own reward and the miles traveled never mattered to me.My apartment wasn't much to look at, I prioritized practicality over comfort so it was one of those apartments where the kitchen and the bedroom are the same thing and the. Randy didn't cotton to the idea of divorce at all. He was adamant about it not taking place, in fact. He made this known with his fists, screaming at the woman who had frustrated him as a teenager and now disrespected him to his face.Bob heard the first two smacks as Randy set about "teaching the bitch a lesson" as he put it.He only got in those two blows.Randy, who had been in the prime of his life when he married Lori, had squandered not only her love, but his health and physique as well.. “I don’t know,” she smiled as she swung her stool gently to and fro, “we ought to get some exercise, I guess. To keep our bodies in shape. Toned, and ready for anything.”My peripheral vision was swamping my brain with the image of her thighs. Shit. “That’s nice,” I said moronically. My eyes were dragged down, I couldn’t stop them. God, they are amazing. It’s not easy to describe them. ‘Meaty’ is technically correct but it doesn’t convey what a shape they are. They would feel fabulous, to be.