In truth, he simply could not wait to get home."I'm back!" George announced loudly as he opened the door to his apartment. He took off his shoes, drop...ed off his backpack in the closet, and stepped into his home.From the bedroom emerged another George Flinn, identical to him in every way, minus his clothes. George himself was wearing a black tank top, grey shorts, and white socks, while the other George was wearing a plain black shirt, grey cargo shorts, and no socks. "Good. I've been waiting. He proceeds to tell me, i want you to lay on the bed naked on your stomach. Now me like a good girl, i listen to everything my daddy tells me, as i proceed to lay there on my stomach i feel him touching my back, caressing my ass cheeks, playing with my pussy, rubbing my ass hole.. I'm thinking, wow this feels nice! He tells me, damn babe your pussy is already wett, and i respond with, i know.. So as i'm laying there, watching threw his boxers his dick is getting nice and full but as i zone out. I want her to enjoy torturing and humiliating my girlfriend. I say if she wants to be a backstabbing whore then I was going to make her famous and get paid doing so. And as for her piece of shit husband, I have a homosexual friend that will be doing the same thing to him. There is about twenty men on their way over to use his body and teach him a lesson of putting his dick into someone else’s woman. I pick his head up by his hair and look into his eyes and tell him with evil in mine I hope she. Threads and remnants of life's reality appeared in his dream and were woven into a mental tapestry, depicting shards of the events that led to her departure: his layoff from the factory at the beginning of summer, the long lines at the unemployment office, the days spent wandering around the house feeling useless and unwanted, his wife's goodbyes sounding more like accusations as she left for work each morning, the anger that built up with each passing minute, the long moments spent staring.