“I need you to come with me,” she said. She gently rubbed my arm. “Please.”
“I don’t know,” I told her.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry for what happened but this isn’t about that.”
“What’s it about?” I asked.
“Come with me,” she said. “I’ll tell you everything.”
“Fine,” I responded.
I followed her to her car.
She handed me a pint of Jack Daniels as I sat down in the passenger seat.
“You know I don’t really drink,” I told her.
“You’re going to want it,” she informed me without telling me exactly what she wanted.
So I did what any guy would do.
I cracked open the bottle and took a shot.
“You’ll want to take a few more,” she told me as she pulled out of my driveway.
This was going to suck. I could tell. She was being a little too tight- lipped.
I took another swig.
By the third turn, I knew where we were going. Her parents’ house. God damn it. I’m going to get whacked off by her mom.
Her mom wasn’t unattractive. But she was getting old.
I’m not sure if it was the Jack Daniels clouding my judgment but I would love to give my wife the stink eye as her mom stroked my penis.
I took another swig. Fucking bitch.