Nobody Puts Bobby in a Corner

What Bob wants right now is to strangle his ex-wife. Between her bitching and the – other thing, Bob was losing it.

“That slut probably has diseases they don’t have names for, Robert,” she bitched on, smirking. “I’d be careful if I were – “

Bob had had enough. “Shut up! What do you know, you miserable bitch?” He knew it was a mistake before he even said it.

The Ex was taken aback for a second, but quickly composed herself and smiled. “Oh, Robert. That outburst is going to cost you. I’ve been thinking about getting my tits done,” she said, jiggling her breasts in Bob’s direction. “Guess who’s paying for them?”

Bob slunk away, defeated. “Just tell Maggie I said ‘Hi’, OK?”

The Ex waved. “I will be sure to tell our daughter how her daddy is screwing her best friend. And my lawyer will be in touch.”

Bob got into his 1985 Cadillac Eldorado, pausing to wipe some dirt off of the bumper with his hanky, and drove off. “Damn,” he muttered. He was late; Tessa would be pissed. But Bob had one more stop to makeā€¦

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