CHAPTER 37

Mark It’s every man’s wet dream to be disturbed during morning sex by a howling maniac. Especially one that has just found out her geriatric husband has decided on a polyamorous relationship that doesn’t include her. “I just don’t understand how he could do this to me!” Martha sobbed into a rather questionably clean handkerchief. Sutton patted her back awkwardly. “Are you sure he’s gone?” At this, she looked over at me in warning, the words clearly unspoken but I heard...