And so began the little game where he's Peter Parker to the clown's Spiderman. He knows how to summon him. But he's totally not him.
The roar of the garbage truck echoed through the bedroom walls. Still sleepy, Annie nudged her husband's calf with her foot under the covers. "Daddy," she grumbled. "Trash day." He grunted in response. Too tired to argue, she cradled her head into his chest, letting her hand wander (as it customarily did) toward his cock.… Continue reading Mr. and Mrs. Shameless Take out the Trash
“Has the meat been tenderized and marinated?”
Their choices were between a blockbuster action movie, a couple of sappy dramas, and a chick flick.
"Can we play our game, Daddy?"
"You are absolutely right. I should teach her some shame."
MOM: Have you tried therapy? FRIEND: This isn't something either of us wants to "cure." MOM: But it's not normal. FRIEND: It's more normal than most people imagine.
She lulls me into the feeling of warmth and safety and then rips that rug out from under me in eye-watering pain.