##Hard Pressed
###MF/Femdom/Tribute
It was a grey, cloudy morning as Cliff and Marcie Iver sat round the kitchen table, not really saying anything much.
Marcie speechlessly sipped her cup of coffee as she got up to put her plate away, and fetch her keys off the hook on the wall. Cliff picked at his eggs as he read the newspaper, the same one that fired him just four months ago. “Fucking Internet taking over everything”, he thought to himself, as he shook it angrily whilst turning a page. Marcie put on her coat and went out the door, not giving a glance to Cliff.
Cliff watched as Marcie left for her shift as a nurse’s aide, the run down sedan cranking up, then the windshield wipers scraping the thin veneer of ice that formed on the windshield.
“Fuck I’m going to do with myself?” thought Cliff as he went to the fridge, contemplating his daily morning habit of drinking a case of beer. He got the pack and made his way to the living room sofa, setting it upon the end table and cracking one open. As usual, he began his ritual of flipping through adverts and morning TV, settling upon repeats of the “Mary Tyler Moore Show”, a show him and Marcie oft watched together. Read more »