Bye!”
She put the phone back in its cradle, turned on her heels (not the two hundred pound ones. Indian xxx video The metal club swished through the air and smashed into her cheek sending her head spinning through the air, smashing through the patio doors and beyond the tall pines at the rear of the garden. Marsha came in and gave her husband a withering look as she took the receiver from him. He pouted at her like a catwalk model. He shook his head and prepared to putt his imaginary ball into the gap between the stool leg and the breakfast bar. Is Marsha there?” Alex raised his eyebrows. Golf!” It was almost as if she had just realised that golf actually was a ‘sport’. IT’S SALLY!” Sally winced at the sudden shout, then listened again. He wasn’t sure why and he suddenly remembered his beer in the fridge. Sally is your ‘friend’, she fucking loathes me…”
“I don’t fucking blame her!” interrupted Marsha
“…And,” continued Alex, “Her husband is a dick.”
“I bet he fucking has one too!” Marsha screamed in her frustration and stormed out. This oneupmanship had become a defining part of their relationship and he figured he was definitely even this afternoon.
