“I’m gonna pack my stuff and leave him, Gwen.”
A little girl devil dressed in nothing but a thong sat on my
left shoulder and shouted, “Yeah, baby!” Dr. Phil was on my
right shaking his head. “Neither of you will be happy. The
cheating is what makes this relationship so hot. And don’t
forget your age.”
Bastard.
“Maybe you need to calm down and give it more thought.”
“He had hickies too, Gwen. All over his ass and a few in
front.”
I whacked my forehead with the heel of my hand. God, I am
such a slut.
