TheKookroach
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"I'm tellin' ya, damn it...! She's nobody!"
Thomas looked away from her, out the driver's side window at the snow-whitened forest as it zipped past their car at a much higher rate of speed than he should have been driving. He wasn't admiring the beauty of the forest or anything like that. He simply didn't want to look her way -- to see her expression -- after having raised his voice and use profanity, albeit just the word damn.
He didn't like arguing with her. They so rarely did it that when it did happen, they weren't very good at it. Thomas could remember hearing his parents fight when he was little. Now, those people knew how to fight. Dad was the emotional one, believe it or not, with his voice rising and falling and the exclamations -- not profanity, mind you, just jeez's and ooooh's and right's -- being called out at the right times with just the right tone and volume to make them even more significant than the words he was speaking. And his mother, she was the logical one, always able to turn what ever Dad was saying against him which -- of course -- enabled her to always win in the end.
And then, within just minutes or, at the most, a couple of hours, they were back in one another's arms, hugging and apologizing ... and wondering whether they could sneak off to the bedroom to fold laundry, they'd called it.
But Thomas ... naw, he didn't have that knack for fighting well, and every time he and his lover did argue, it just got ugly. This had only been there, what, third, maybe fourth fight. But ... they'd all been in the last two weeks!
"I worked with her on a project at work," he went on, only half glancing her way as he explained again that the woman -- the very attractive woman with the incredible nipples and very tight ass -- at the party was nobody important. "I haven't seen her in weeks, and I just thought it would be nice to say hi and asked how things had worked out. That's all!"
Thomas looked away from her, out the driver's side window at the snow-whitened forest as it zipped past their car at a much higher rate of speed than he should have been driving. He wasn't admiring the beauty of the forest or anything like that. He simply didn't want to look her way -- to see her expression -- after having raised his voice and use profanity, albeit just the word damn.
He didn't like arguing with her. They so rarely did it that when it did happen, they weren't very good at it. Thomas could remember hearing his parents fight when he was little. Now, those people knew how to fight. Dad was the emotional one, believe it or not, with his voice rising and falling and the exclamations -- not profanity, mind you, just jeez's and ooooh's and right's -- being called out at the right times with just the right tone and volume to make them even more significant than the words he was speaking. And his mother, she was the logical one, always able to turn what ever Dad was saying against him which -- of course -- enabled her to always win in the end.
And then, within just minutes or, at the most, a couple of hours, they were back in one another's arms, hugging and apologizing ... and wondering whether they could sneak off to the bedroom to fold laundry, they'd called it.
But Thomas ... naw, he didn't have that knack for fighting well, and every time he and his lover did argue, it just got ugly. This had only been there, what, third, maybe fourth fight. But ... they'd all been in the last two weeks!
"I worked with her on a project at work," he went on, only half glancing her way as he explained again that the woman -- the very attractive woman with the incredible nipples and very tight ass -- at the party was nobody important. "I haven't seen her in weeks, and I just thought it would be nice to say hi and asked how things had worked out. That's all!"
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