Her favorite saying was, ‘Every damn day you people get hungry!’ But his woman, this woman put music on and danced her way through her ...hores. She got into it and she played it loud. Those hips, they had a life of their own. And a smile, always a smile. Jim leaned against another car in his driveway, fingers gripping the neck of his beer bottle, thumb hooked into his pocket and smoked his cigarette, watching. What would it take? What would it take? . ’ – – – – – – I sank myself into my work for the next few months. I didn’t see the children for weeks, and I never called my parents, they had taken Susan’s side in all this, so we had nothing to discus. My legal people talked to Susan’s legal people and between them they suggested we go for unreconsilable differences. I got shirty, but they informed me there was no way I was going to get to keep the kids, even if I could prove adultery. Susan made it plain she was going to give me a hard time. Jake backed away and watched as his sexy, bound wife stared at him uncomprehendingly for a second. Then every muscle in her body jerked violently and Béla kicked a hole in the wall behind her. She screamed and writhed in her bounds, somehow managing to brace her feet against the broken wall. In another instant, the manacles that held her arms were pulled out of the wall and swinging wildly around her. Her body jerked away from the wall, no longer supported by her manacled arms, and dropped. Her. In the moment, it’s easy to tell myself that we’ll keep in touch; that we’ll meet up sometime. I want to. You want to. We both know we wont. I tell you I mostly Twitter, and give you my handle.“What? no tinder?” that naughty smile of yours again as you pick up the flirting, pretty much right where we left off.“I’d sign up for farm-dating-with-christ.com if I knew I’d find you there” I shoot back.“So you’d swipe right on me then?” you ask, that restless hand of yours settling on my instep.“I’d.