The hand under his shirt creeps up to start toying with a nipple. 'Would we? Although - you bastard! You're having a torrid affair with him? How could you?!'
The nipple is wisted a little as punishment.
'There's nothing for it, I'm going to have to kill him. Who's Marla?'
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Date: 2006-01-10 11:41 pm (UTC)The nipple is wisted a little as punishment.
'There's nothing for it, I'm going to have to kill him. Who's Marla?'