‘Why are you even living you are so worthless?’ ‘How can you stand to be around other people? Don’t you know they’re laughing at you behind ...our back?’ ‘Since we got married you’ve done nothing but change for the worse.’ ‘You exist. Is that the best you can do? Wouldn’t the world be a better place without you?’ At home that night, he went on a rant about how I never remembered what he liked for dinners or drinks, and that I was always fucking up. He said similar things to me the day before,. He had told his supervisor, Nora, that he would try to get some extra work done from home tonight. He now felt guilty that he wasn’t going to be able to keep his promise, and he also felt impatient and restless. He just wanted to go home and have some time to himself, for once.?I really think I’m okay,? he spoke up, attempting to postpone this cardiology appointment. ?I feel fine. I could probably come see you another time and just go see Dr. DeYoung now like we’d planned.??Dr. DeYoung can. You must be boiling in those long trousers.” She was just setting the plates on the table, and when she wasn’t looking, I shook my head in disbelief. I had been dumped into my very own nudist colony, or so it seemed. “You really should get rid of the pants,” Erin immediately picked up the ball. “I’m quite comfortable like I am.” I hadn’t completely finished that sentence when Erin’s arm shot under my t-shirt and her fingers dipped into the cleft between my breasts, and I gave a startled yelp.. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another.