“So,” Darlene, sitting on the settee with her wine, asked him, “did you spank the monkey while you were in the shower?”
“No,” he started before being interrupted. “Who said you could speak? Xxnx Standing in front of the closet, Darlene browse through her wardrobe intently scanning each and every outfit until she found one that she thought best suited the mood she was in, removed it from its hanger and put it on before accessorizing the outfit with pair of four inch stiletto heels then poured herself another chardonnay before returning to the settee and waited for a knocking at the door. “Faster!” she demanded again walking back to the settee watching the discomfort on his face. “I’m no one.” He grunted out, “a nobody, I’m nothing.”
“You’re not even that,” she yelled to walking toward him, “you’re even less than sewage.” and, straddling his head, she
