Despite the bitter ending of her third marriage, she cared. Yet, so full up to her neck with anger over this last year with Richard, the fart that pushed out of her ass sounded like a slamming door.
Richard finished off his meal of oats and juice she’d prepared, grabbed the fly swatter and rushed his ass to the living room. So ready, he was, to take his bitching to the streets for spectators’ pleasure.
“Goddamn! You, shitter woman!”
Her deaf ear toward him and immune to her own rottenness, she turned with a smile. “Did you take your vitamins?”
© 2012 Totsymae