My spouse had been crying at me, tears running down her face, her expression filled with fear, and shame and self-loathing as she looked up.

My spouse had been crying at me, tears running down her face, her expression filled with fear, and shame and self-loathing as she looked up. “Oh, Roy, I. ” she whimpered. “Monica! ” we shouted, finally finding my sound, ” just exactly What have you been doing? Just exactly What the fuck is. Just What …

My spouse had been crying at me, tears running down her face, her expression filled with fear, and shame and self-loathing as she looked up. Read More »