had wronged him.
To hell with Uncle Martin, he thought. I’m not going to
play softie softie with her. He sprang from the bed. I’m going to tell
her exactly what I think of her.
He paced out of his room and
burst into her room. She was curled in fetal position on the edge of the bed,
hugging her knees. He felt a stir in his pants when he remembered that this was
one of the positions he liked to have her when they were making love. As he
looked at her posterior, he couldn’t help undressing her in his mind. He
brushed images of her naked body from his mind. He was by far much more angry than
amorous.
“Sara, I understand why you
dumped me,” he said. “You’re educated, rich and famous and I am just me. But I cannot
understand why you said that you forgive me for not refusing to be dumped.”
Sara sat bolt upright,
looking at him with murderous eyes. “You want to talk about understanding, huh?
Fine. Let’s talk about understanding.” She breathed deeply for seconds, her
eyes never leaving his. “I understand that Kyla has bigger boobs and a much
sexier ass than mine. It is clearly obvious that I can’t compete with her in
that department. But I don’t understand why you cheated on me with her. I loved
you, George. It was obvious she wanted you back but I never thought you’d cheat
on me with her, not after what she did to you. I used to wonder why you
wouldn’t propose to me. But now I understand that I was just a plaything to entertain
you while you patched up things with Kyla.”
“This is the lamest excuse I
have ever heard in my entire life,” George scoffed. “Are you saying you dumped
me because of Kyla? You and I both know that you dumped me because you think
I’m beneath you. I was shaken when you shut me out. At first I thought it was
my fault. But when I heard news of your promotion, everything became clear.
This has nothing to do with Kyla’s ass because you have a much sexier ass that
hers. Yes, she has bigger boobs than yours, but let me tell you something.
Those boobs aren’t real.”
“So how is she? How are her
fake boobs?”
“If you want to know about
her boobs go ask her.”
“I thought the milkman knows
more about a cow’s breasts than the cow.”
“Who told you I’m milking her
boobs?”
“I saw you with her in your
apartment. There’s a fine line between love and hate, George. You said you
hated her but I saw you wrapping her in your arms, holding her as if your life
depended on it. You were so busy making out that neither of you saw me. I can
even remember what you were wearing that day. She was putting on a black dress
and you were wearing a red vest and white shorts. Go ahead, deny it.”
“Jesus! So this is why you
dumped me?”
“Did you expect me to be
content with my place in your harem?”
“Yes, I hugged Kyla. She had
come to tell me that her father had passed away. Kyla and I go way back
together. Her father was like an uncle to me. He was my football coach in high
school and he taught me a lot about sport and life. Kyla knew how close I was
to her father and she thought it was improper to tell me about his death over
the phone, so she came in person and that was the last time she came to my
apartment. Sara, when you love someone, you give them the benefit of doubt; you
give them a chance to explain things. But you just rushed to assume the worst
of me. You rushed to assume that I cheated on you just like you rushed to assume
that I wanted to rape you yesterday. Thanks for the explanation, Sara. Now I
know why I was dumped. I was seeking closure and now I found it.”
George walked towards the
door. Without thinking, Sara lunged at him and held him with all her might.
“Please, George, I’m sorry. I love you, George. I never stopped loving you. I
didn’t understand why you didn’t propose to me when we were so perfect for each
other. When I saw you hugging Kyla in your apartment, my self-doubt and my
frustration got the better of me.”
“If
To hell with Uncle Martin, he thought. I’m not going to
play softie softie with her. He sprang from the bed. I’m going to tell
her exactly what I think of her.
He paced out of his room and
burst into her room. She was curled in fetal position on the edge of the bed,
hugging her knees. He felt a stir in his pants when he remembered that this was
one of the positions he liked to have her when they were making love. As he
looked at her posterior, he couldn’t help undressing her in his mind. He
brushed images of her naked body from his mind. He was by far much more angry than
amorous.
“Sara, I understand why you
dumped me,” he said. “You’re educated, rich and famous and I am just me. But I cannot
understand why you said that you forgive me for not refusing to be dumped.”
Sara sat bolt upright,
looking at him with murderous eyes. “You want to talk about understanding, huh?
Fine. Let’s talk about understanding.” She breathed deeply for seconds, her
eyes never leaving his. “I understand that Kyla has bigger boobs and a much
sexier ass than mine. It is clearly obvious that I can’t compete with her in
that department. But I don’t understand why you cheated on me with her. I loved
you, George. It was obvious she wanted you back but I never thought you’d cheat
on me with her, not after what she did to you. I used to wonder why you
wouldn’t propose to me. But now I understand that I was just a plaything to entertain
you while you patched up things with Kyla.”
“This is the lamest excuse I
have ever heard in my entire life,” George scoffed. “Are you saying you dumped
me because of Kyla? You and I both know that you dumped me because you think
I’m beneath you. I was shaken when you shut me out. At first I thought it was
my fault. But when I heard news of your promotion, everything became clear.
This has nothing to do with Kyla’s ass because you have a much sexier ass that
hers. Yes, she has bigger boobs than yours, but let me tell you something.
Those boobs aren’t real.”
“So how is she? How are her
fake boobs?”
“If you want to know about
her boobs go ask her.”
“I thought the milkman knows
more about a cow’s breasts than the cow.”
“Who told you I’m milking her
boobs?”
“I saw you with her in your
apartment. There’s a fine line between love and hate, George. You said you
hated her but I saw you wrapping her in your arms, holding her as if your life
depended on it. You were so busy making out that neither of you saw me. I can
even remember what you were wearing that day. She was putting on a black dress
and you were wearing a red vest and white shorts. Go ahead, deny it.”
“Jesus! So this is why you
dumped me?”
“Did you expect me to be
content with my place in your harem?”
“Yes, I hugged Kyla. She had
come to tell me that her father had passed away. Kyla and I go way back
together. Her father was like an uncle to me. He was my football coach in high
school and he taught me a lot about sport and life. Kyla knew how close I was
to her father and she thought it was improper to tell me about his death over
the phone, so she came in person and that was the last time she came to my
apartment. Sara, when you love someone, you give them the benefit of doubt; you
give them a chance to explain things. But you just rushed to assume the worst
of me. You rushed to assume that I cheated on you just like you rushed to assume
that I wanted to rape you yesterday. Thanks for the explanation, Sara. Now I
know why I was dumped. I was seeking closure and now I found it.”
George walked towards the
door. Without thinking, Sara lunged at him and held him with all her might.
“Please, George, I’m sorry. I love you, George. I never stopped loving you. I
didn’t understand why you didn’t propose to me when we were so perfect for each
other. When I saw you hugging Kyla in your apartment, my self-doubt and my
frustration got the better of me.”
“If
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