MANICHAEAN
03-19-2011, 05:10 PM
AN EVENING AT HOME WITH THE MISSUS.
19.3.11.
“You don’t love me anymore!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I said you don’t love me anymore. You never tell me you love me.”
“Yes I do.”
“Do what? Love me, or tell me?”
“Oh, give it a break. Of course I love you.”
“You’re just saying that. You never want to talk. I might as well not be here.”
“Ok, I love you. Is that all right now?”
“You’re just saying it.”
“No I’m not!”
“No need to shout.”
“I’m not shouting!”
“Yes you are. Look at you, just like your father.”
“What are you talking about woman? What’s my father got to do with it?”
“My mother was right. Said you would turn out like your father.”
“What the hell does your mother know about my father, interfering old biddy!”
“No need to talk about my mother like that. She only had my best interest at heart. Said I never should have married you.”
“If you don’t stop going on, I’m going down the pub for a bit of peace and quiet.”
“See, just like your father again. Heavy drinker. Your poor mother, how she put up with him I don’t know.”
“I’ve had enough of this. I’m going to bed then. You coming up?”
“Oh changed your tune have you? Now you’re after something.”
“I’m not after nothing. I just asked if you were coming up to bed.”
“I know your game. You’ve been on those Vigra tablets again. If only your mother, God rest her soul, had known you were on drugs.”
“I’m not on drugs & I only used Viagra once. My mate gave it to me to try.”
“Oh yes, oh yes. And I’m there like a piece of meat, being used while you dance around like an 18 year old. It was disgusting!”
“I said I only tried it once and anyway it gave me a headache.”
“Well I’ve got a headache now and you’re not getting up to any of your kinky stuff with me. Doing it with the lights on! It was so humiliating. I felt used.”
19.3.11.
“You don’t love me anymore!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I said you don’t love me anymore. You never tell me you love me.”
“Yes I do.”
“Do what? Love me, or tell me?”
“Oh, give it a break. Of course I love you.”
“You’re just saying that. You never want to talk. I might as well not be here.”
“Ok, I love you. Is that all right now?”
“You’re just saying it.”
“No I’m not!”
“No need to shout.”
“I’m not shouting!”
“Yes you are. Look at you, just like your father.”
“What are you talking about woman? What’s my father got to do with it?”
“My mother was right. Said you would turn out like your father.”
“What the hell does your mother know about my father, interfering old biddy!”
“No need to talk about my mother like that. She only had my best interest at heart. Said I never should have married you.”
“If you don’t stop going on, I’m going down the pub for a bit of peace and quiet.”
“See, just like your father again. Heavy drinker. Your poor mother, how she put up with him I don’t know.”
“I’ve had enough of this. I’m going to bed then. You coming up?”
“Oh changed your tune have you? Now you’re after something.”
“I’m not after nothing. I just asked if you were coming up to bed.”
“I know your game. You’ve been on those Vigra tablets again. If only your mother, God rest her soul, had known you were on drugs.”
“I’m not on drugs & I only used Viagra once. My mate gave it to me to try.”
“Oh yes, oh yes. And I’m there like a piece of meat, being used while you dance around like an 18 year old. It was disgusting!”
“I said I only tried it once and anyway it gave me a headache.”
“Well I’ve got a headache now and you’re not getting up to any of your kinky stuff with me. Doing it with the lights on! It was so humiliating. I felt used.”