Georgia wasn’t rattled and she wasn’t
intimidated.

“Slamming forks isn’t going to get me to talk.”

What is her malfunction? “What will get you to talk, Georgia?”

Stab yourself in the eyes and fart out my alimony. That’ll do, Ed! “Leaving me the fuck alone.”

He released a large gush of air. He wasn’t hungry any longer. She spoiled his appetite. “I can’t do that. I’m your husband.”

“You say that like it’s a badge of honor.”

He looked into her eyes. She averted her face. “It is.”

“I don’t think so, Ed.”

“STOP SAYING MY NAME LIKE THAT!” he exploded. Defiantly, she threw water on him. It splashed in his face, and dripped from his puffy cheeks. “I can say what the fuck I want.”

“Don’t make me slap your ass. I’m the man of the house.”

“With the two ton balls. Yea, yeah, yeah. Don’t I know it? Poor, poor Ed. He does what he wants, when he wants and how he wants. He stays out all night and crawls in the bed after 1 something in the morning and think by wrapping his arm around me I am going to let it slide. And when I try to do something for myself you tell me that I’m being selfish.”

Damn it! Princess would never talk to me like I’m a peasant. She’s making it easier for me to leave her. “Right
now you are.”

She shook her head, glaring at him.

“I’m selfish? I cook your food, wash your clothes and let you fuck me to your heart’s content. But as of late we haven’t fucked because you fucked up, Ed.”

“How did I do that?”

“When we fucked around three a.m. this morning, my heart wasn’t in it. I cringed the entire time.”

His ego took a nosedive. “Really?”

"Yes, really. You were so into my pussy you called me something I don’t approve of. And I don’t understand why you called me that.”

“What? Calling you my whore? My dirty little slut? In the bedroom you are those things to me. As long as you’re my dirty little harlot in the sheets but a lady in the streets that shouldn’t even be a problem.”

“But it is a problem, man.”

“Why? What do I look like saying, my dirty angel? Or ‘Oh, yea, baby! Take this penis. Yea. Let me screw you in the booty.’ That doesn’t move me. I want to grab those ass cheeks and be like ‘Ho, take this dick! Throw that pussy back on my shit, bitch!’”

She was repulsed. She was waving her hands.

“Not at the dinner table, man.”