My phone dings as the Uber driver pulls up in front of my house. I look down at the screen as I step into the black ford explorer SUV.
Jack: You on your way? The queen is getting antsy.
Claire: Uber just got here, I’m on my way. ETA is 30 minutes.
Jack: Great! I don’t know how much longer I can handle being here without you.
Claire: She’s YOUR mother.
Jack: Exactly! That’s why I moved out the day I turned 18.
Claire: I thought it was because you wanted to have sex with your 19-year-old girlfriend with her own place without worrying about your mom walking in on us.
Jack: Well, that too. What are you wearing?
Claire: That hideous dress that your mother bought me.
Jack: The black one with the high neck?
Claire: No, the red one that makes me look fat, and my tits look small.
Jack: Ugh, that is the ugliest dress ever. I thought you burned it in the fireplace.
Claire: I should, but maybe your mom will stop buying me these things if she thinks I like them.
Jack: Reverse psychology, nice! What are you wearing UNDER the hideous dress?
Claire: You’ll find out later tonight if you’re good.
Jack: Can’t wait.
Claire: Pulling up now.
I walk in, ignoring the disapproving look from Jack’s mother and the way that his father looks me over like a piece of meat. I walk up and kiss Jack on the lips, making sure his mother sees my tongue slip my tongue into his mouth. She hates me, and I derive a great deal of pleasure in pissing her off.
She insists on inviting us over for dinner every year for Christmas dinner. Magically, every year there’s some new woman that happens to be single joining us for the meal. After ten years of marriage, she still won’t give up.
This year’s eye candy is a blonde 22-year-old bimbo with fake tits. She tries to flirt with Jack, but he ignores her. Ever seen someone completely ignored? It’s hilarious. After twenty minutes, the bimbo gives up and walks to the bar for a drink. Jack’s father mixes her one, all the while staring at her chest.
My phone buzzes. Looking at Jack, I see him slipping his phone back into his pocket.
Jack: Was that good enough for you?
Claire: OMG, that was funny. She looked like she was about to blow a gasket after you walked away when she was talking to you. Do you know this year’s model?
Jack: Yes, family friend, as much as people like my family have friends. She knows we’re married, she’s after my family’s money.
Claire: Bitch, maybe I should get into a cat-fight with her, that would liven up Christmas.
Jack: Instead, why don’t I tell you what I’m going to do to you when we get home instead?
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