She’s going on holiday tomorrow and the kennel she was going to leave the dogs at has….well, the owner has died and they’re closed.”
“Great. Maybe another time. Porn vedio “Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Sally. I am having no part of it.”
“Well, what a fucking surprise,” sneered Marsha. This oneupmanship had become a defining part of their relationship and he figured he was definitely even this afternoon. “Pathetic.” Marhsa walked in catching the end of Alex’s majestic drive towards Laburnum Lane. Marsha came in and gave her husband a withering look as she took the receiver from him. “I’m going to Sally’s in half an hour. He turned his back on her and skulked off to the kitchen. Well, perhaps. “Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Sally. Go round, feed them, let them in and out yadda yadda yadda.”
Alex grabbed his beer and took a sip. Almost. Is Marsha there?” Alex raised his eyebrows. “Oh sorry!” exclaimed Alex to Sally. Two hundred fucking pounds! “No mercy,” he whispered. Oh you jammy cow! . . …Well, no, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem……No, I don’t think so……Golf! . . …” Marsha giggled and Alex thought he could hear Sally laughing too. He shook his head and prepared to putt his imaginary ball into the gap between the stool leg and the breakfast bar. This oneupmanship had become a defining part of their relationship and he figured
