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*smiles* you know all these reasons to reach and losing blouse buttons standing and her shirt untucks. kinda shit.
Smiling batting fake eye lashes. God, I hate these rakish false eye lashes, never wear them ok?
she’s smiling giggling and offering up shit that isnt important in a job interview.
Oh Mr Hawkins its so hard for a single girl alone in the big city blah blah blah
and another thing sam.
You can let a football team take turns fucking you, come home admit it and we will work through it. but I swear to God Samantha Hawkins if you come home with sharpee eyebrows there will be no discussion we ere through!
Any way all this horseshit, my luggage got lost on the flight my panties are out there….
She had the job Sam but she had to get the job and me.
And let me tell you, she was a very beautiful woman.
and you know what?
all I could think of was you.
up until recently you have given me everything I need in a woman.
Now you aren’t giving me everything I need but you are still way better way hotter way smarter and way cooler than any woman I could ever hang with. and sam I can be a total pig. but there isn’t any logic in me looking elsewhere. I love you.
I just need a normal night. tomorrow I just might get all crazy Ronny on you. But I want you to know that I very much enjoy a normal day here and there.
You actually dont seem to tired.
your a little glassy eyed from drinking, would you like to stay up?
we dont have to fuck.
we could listen to music.
you know what I remembered?
we talked about how you are getting hotter, a little firmer?
remember Acapulco?
when you used trust me?
and we were having the time our lives.
and just like now. You were never more smokin hot.
and you were the only girl in the bar under sixty.
And I am pretty sure every guy, every young man, every old timer in that bar did a jello shot off your tummy. *Ronald smiles ear to ear*
That’s the girl I married.
Yahtzee!
*she chuckles*
*Robert wakes up early just laying there with his wife enjoying a moment watching her sleep*
*He speaks to himself quietly* baby… I love to hate you. I hate to love you.
*Ronald says to himself quietly* 100 men looked at your beautiful natural all nude body last night. throwing money at you, maybe a couple of them fucked you. but guess whose bed you slept in last night??… This guy’s! *Robert beams at his mate with pride*
*Ronald trying not to fully awaken his wife crawls on her and fucks her quietly, selfishly cumming within minutes*
*whispering again, mostly speaking to himself* just keep doing what you’re doing, make it home, oh I’ll look the other way a couple of nights a month so you can feel a little freedom. Go to bed with me. let’s hold each other, comfort each other, and wake up together. let’s pretend we are normal sometimes … deal?
Today is yours. let me know if I am in your plans.
*Ronald holds his wife they rest together*
*Ronald gets up*
They say that happily married couples live longer
Do you have any plans today?
are you off work tonight?
Do you want to know my plans?
I am gonna finally se that therapist this afternoon.
Then I am picking up some groceries and
I’m going to to cook a nice dinner
with or without you
then I’m going to eat
with or with out you
you’re invited, if you’re interested
I’ll be back in about two hours
*she nods*
[feeling uncharacteristically domestic, Sam Hawkins cleans up the kitchen and the dining area because Ronald is cooking tonight.]
*Ronald’s back, with groceries,*
*Robert strategically puts the recipe ingredients on the counter and continues to speak to himself as though he’s talking to sam*
OK my love, we start with the chicken…. la di da… wash it, pull out a couple of those stringy fat things….
Flop it onto the tray…. let’s see. slather the breasts in secret sauce!…. sounds like last Thursday night huh Sammi? *laughs*
And we stab it like we hate it with the giant fork thing… *stabs* that’s right chick, *stab* hold back your thoughts and fears from me will ya *stab* say you love me but don’t want to *stab* discuss it *stab* with me because *stab* “personal? *stab* we were soul mates but you talk to me like *stab* personal *stab* how’s this for personal? *stab* ok… good chicken! now you are tenderized! perfect!
*she laughs but feels a tinge of intimidation*
Alright now we allow the sauce to soak into the wounds. I mean the pores that we created. yesss.
*Ronald puts the chicken in the oven.* Only fifteen minutes chicken I’m not through with ya yet!
*she laughs*
Set the timer to fifteen minutes…ok, 15 minutes, maybe I got enough time to jack the ole ball n chain.
*Ronald feigns surprise.* Oh! Sam I didn’t see you there.
*Sam Hawkins walks over to him* Are you going to jack me Mr.?
He turns her around, pulls her jeans down, slobbers on his fingers, gets his wife’s pussy barely moist enough, sticks in dick in her from behind.
*fucks her as fast as he can shoots his load, pulls up HIS pants, turns around, washes his hands*
*she stands there pulling up her pants, and tucking in her shirt.*
I washed my hands we are having chicken not trout, m’dear!
Ok come back here you hot little chicken now that you’re heated we sprinkle this green leafy substance all over you. What’s that m’dear chicken? it’s parsley! yeah… parsley- that’s the ticket!
And back into the oven… set the timer 35 minutes, or sorry no time for bang bang Sam, gotta wash and soak the vegetables.
And now the gravy Sammi me slut! Secret recipe! yeah, Sam yo momma tells family secrets when she’s cumming! Ha Ha, I’m hilarious!
Ok speaking of secret recipes *He opens a bottle of scotch pours half of it in the gravy and guzzels the rest before launching the bottle across the room perfectly into the trash with a clink.* Oh My God Hawkins hits the three! He shoots he scoooores! The crowd goes wild!
Alright, we squeeze and beat the lumps out of the cornbread mix… yeah I don’t know what those lumps are but they must die.
Probably like when a dirty stripper is swallowing some stranger’s cum and a lump comes through… she’s like WTF? Oh, not you Sam.
Ok, chicken. Check. Vegetables marinating check, lumpy gravy *he points to his wife*. check. Sorry, my beautifully sinful wife, had to cheat and get the microwaveable dessert, but you know all about cheating just kidding baby.
Woman.
woman.
06:52
woman?
Shall I be setting another plate besides mine?
*she grins*
You didn’t nod so dinner for one!
06:53
*Ronald cuts the marijuana breasts in wafer-thin slices. dribbled the scotch gravy over the chicken and cheese toast, loads up on mixed vegetables, grabs a beer, goes to the couch clicks on the game… shovels some food swigs ice cold beer * That wasn’t a foul he flopped!*
Ok, let’s kill every nuance of flavor and do what? Hot sauce!
Ah! the life of a bachelor is good…. maybe someday I’ll fall in love and get married *he laughs* It could happen!
The hard part of being single is, I really need someone to talk to right now.
I went to therapy for the first time in years and it was a trip and a half!
Another thing about bachelor life. Dishes!
*Ronald cleans up, puts away the leftovers, does dishes.
*he looks at her*
Oh! I know… they listen to me and care about what I think at the bar!
Come on Rowland let’s go to the bar!