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“Come on, bitch, live a little!” I said, digging my fingernail into Annie’s side. “Forget about your dick ex-husband, forget about his stupid fucking cunt girlfriend, and let your fucking hair down for a change.”
Annie was such a whiny bitch sometimes. Wah, wah, I walked in on my new husband fucking a bridesmaid after the ceremony. Who gives a shit, dump that sack of crap and get with a real man. Or better yet, a real woman. Finally, with her paperwork settled, I managed to get her out for some fun. As always The Pink Cavern was hopping, but instead of looking at the easy pickings college girls down from sorority row, Annie just sat with her face buried in her fucking vodka cranberry. Of course she’d gone with the conservative look tonight; a black silk shirt and pressed slacks to match, but at least she had the good sense to wear some cute underwear, her blue push-up bra, and the lacy thong that went with it.
“She’s actually pretty nice, …” Annie offered. Of course she would say that.
“Apart from the homewrecking?” I pointed out, and she gave me a lazy shrug.