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“You stinking slut! You cheap, two-timing little whore!”
Hal Graham glared hotly at his sexy young blonde wife and pulled the slender snakeskin belt from the pants.
“Hal, you don’t understand!” Honey cried. She cowered at the head of their king-sized bed, clutching the black satin sheet high around her neck to cover the sleek curves of her naked body.
“You’re God damn right, I don’t understand!” he said.
Hal looped the belt double in his right hand and lashed it viciously across the open palm of his left. Honey winced and shrank back against the padded headboard when she heard the resounding crack and saw the anger flaring in her husband’s eyes.
“I work my ass off so you can have the things you want, like this new house. We’ve hardly moved in, and you’re in our bedroom fucking the damn refrigerator repair man!” Hal bellowed.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.