So I hadn’t managed to humiliate him. In his own mind he’d screwed a girl, my best friend, and now he was trying to use the fact that the girl was my husband to get to me. He’d succeeded and he’d failed, and so had I. All in all, in this last competition to fuck
Wednesday we went back to the builder with our choices and spent another afternoon picnicking at the pond. We went home early to rest and wait for our visitor that was due Thursday afternoon. We all got up excited Thursday wondering if she would show up. We were having lunch when my phone rang. I