Copyright 2002
FK Publications


Seated before the TV screen, Bob played away with the video game, the thing plugged into the livingroom’s consul, giving him the best possible view of the score as he held on to the plastic control, a wire going from the object to a computer box set into the room’s entertainment center.

Just sitting there on the sofa, his eyes on the game, Bob heard a car pull into the drive. A second later, an individual got out and entered the home through the side door. In less than a minute, the guy heard a horrific yell, “ You fuck…, you asshole…I thought I told you to clean up this place today on your day off…and what are you doing, playing with that shit like a stupid kid!”

Startled by his wife’s voice, twenty seven year old Bob looked up at the sexy brunette dressed in a black skirt suit and knee high stiletto boots of the same color as her outfit, holding a briefcase.

“ This new game’s cool.”, said the man as the lady got a little closer.

Shaking her attractive head, her long fluffy dark mane bouncing back and forth for a second, Jane, his dominant and assertive wife, moved even closer to the guy and tore the control from his hand, throwing it to the floor afterward. Raising her boot, the angry woman crushed the plastic thing, screaming, “ You didn’t do crap all day…look at this fucken place, it ain’t vacuumed, dishes are probably in the sink, and the fucken lawn ain’t mowed…do I gotta wait till the damn neighbors complain!”

“ Jane…, c’mon, why’d you do that…that thing cost money.”

“ You cost me money…you lazy good for nothing piece of shit…why can’t you find a better job…you ain’t making an effort at improving yourself…with that crap income of yours, I gotta pay most of the bills!”

“ I was just playing with this game.”

“ Why don’t you play with your dick…, dick head…now get busy and make me something to eat…you know…something edible.”

Despite the fact that she was making more money than he did, Bob nevertheless got angry at her for her constant domination and aggression, yelling back at her, “Jane…, you’re such a cunt…why can’t you get off my fucken back for once!”

“ Don’t you yell at me…, fuck head!”

“ Well…, you’re yelling at me.”

“ I got good reason…you should’ve done something today…I hate coming home to a messy place.”

“ Then why don’t you clean it up yourself…, bitch!”

“ This marriage was a fucken mistake…you ain’t worth shit…!”

“ And you’re a bitch…a pain in the neck.”

“ Oh yea…!”

“ Yea!”

Infuriated, Jane reached down to the livingroom table and picked up a large glass ashtray, the object weighing at least two if not more pounds. Putting all her strength into it, the brunette threw the thing, striking her husband right on the forehead. Dazed, the guy fell to the floor when his wife quickly went up to him and began kicking at him with her fantastic footwear.