I Am A Whore-Wife. Number Four. In the streets, just a few kilometres outside the town, the duo were still in a controversial atmosphere. The sword that she took after the misunderstandings. Lucas was trying to get the whole story crystally so, but she was too short tempered to explain it all. She thought no man didnt understand prostitution. What kind of a man are you who doesnt know about us? Pretty asked breathlessly. It was a night drama he never experienced in his entire 52 years in the living. He was not aware of everything involving prostitution. He was raised by parents with a great reputation until he got to be in a marriage. He took out R300 from his brown leather wallet. Here is the cash. he said in a sorry voice. She could see that the man was never into such things. She identified with him in the inside but not on the outside. She acted so bravely as if she would defeat if they were to engage in a physical collision but she knew she wouldnt stand it. Lucas was a giant and never feared a weapon. He just acted sorry. He was worried because it a was a distance to her workplace. He wanted to offer a lift, taking her back to work. She refused it. She later as they argued answered a call from a colleague. She told the person to come and fetch her. Out of fear that it must be a group of whores planning to kill him, Lucas moved back to her place leaving her smoking a piece of cigarette. ...to be continued... #HisMajestyBoldy
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 11:22:40 +0000
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