You know that old saying, "Show me a husband who doesn't eat pussy, and I'll show you a husband whose wife I can steal?” So, on that count, I though... I was pretty safe. Imagine my shock when I got home from work one Friday and found the house emptied of our stuff. A note on the mirror explained that she was leaving me and getting a divorce. And a divorce she got. She also remarried shortly thereafter, to Bernie, a guy who worked in her building. She had always referred to Bernie as the geek who. ”“Oh that’s rich, coming from you! What were you saying to me just this morning, for Christ's sake: ‘I'm a nasty dirty adulterous fuck-whore. Fucking punish this slut!’ Or did I imagine that? ‘Not going to be abused any longer’? Bullshit, Vic, nobody’s abusing you: you’re just a filthy slut who gets off on sucking married dick, that’s all!”“Giles! If it hadn't been for us, she’d still be alive. Maybe not still married to you – but at least she wouldn't have pronounced that terrible curse!”. I know for a fact that they didn't sleep in separate beds before they were married. In any case it's more a matter of being right for each other and it's easy to see that you two are..."Then Irma laughed and said, " ... and besides, sometimes you fight like you're already married."Audra blushed even more deeply.Irma continued, " ... and another thing. Stop treating me like company. Let me cook and clean and act like this is my house again. I want to really live here. I don't want to feel like. When the basementbedrooms and your office transformation are complete, Ava and the girlswill move in. You need to spend time over the next few weeks at theirhouses cleaning and getting them ready to go on the market for sale."As the remodeling discussions continued, Anna could see that Teresa wascozying up to the contractor. He went to his old bedroom laid on thebed and cried himself to sleep. Teresa decided that Anna had adifficult day and decided to let him sleep as she laid out a nightgownon.