Chapter 1
Mona’s nightie was pulled right up to her thighs as she sat on the couch. Mona was reading “Gone Girl” by Gillian Flynn.
I could see strands of her thick black pubic hair and the pink pallor of her inner thighs from where I sat opposite her on the other couch in the living room. Mona’s couch was near the window. It was evening and a beam of sunlight illuminated Mona, as she sat reading the book. The sun beams bestowed a golden gleam onto Mona’s black pubic hair and intensified the pinkness of her thighs.
As you might have imagined by now, Mona was not wearing a pantie.
I could hear the waves in the distance. It should have been an idyllic Florida evening, but Mona’s presence was making me all hot and horny.
Mona would occasionally scratch her inner thigh and even pick at her groin as she read the book. She was distracting me no end. I could not concentrate on the book I was reading – “Fight Club” by Chuck Palahniuk.
I tried to ignore her. She was now my co-wife after all. It was almost as if we were married to each other while sharing our husband Tom. I had to treat her like my life partner, ignore her shenaxxxxns quietly and act normal even when I was angry or sexually excited.
As soon as I resolved to calm myself down, Mona took her hand off the book she was reading, inserted two fingers into her groin and scratched herself again. It was a long scratch. What was she scratching at? Her groin? Her pussy lips? Or just at the sweat that had dried on her pubic hair?
Something in her groin and the interiors of her loins was bothering Mona. Was it sweat that had dried across the outer edges of her pussy? Or was it vaginal excretions that had dried in her pubic hair? I could only use my imagination.
Mona and I have been living together in this mansion for a year now and I knew Mona did not wash herself as often as I did.
I looked up from my book. Mona did not seem to realize that she was disturbing me. Disturbing would be the wrong word. She was making me excited. After scratching her groin and pulling at her pubic hair, Mona returned to her book.
Was she doing this on purpose? I was staring at Mona now. My breasts were heaving with excitement. My nipples were piercing through the fabric of the nightie that I was wearing. But Mona was not acknowledging my stare. I was sitting across from her, ogling at her like some horny guy on the street but she just kept looking into her book.
I returned back to my book, resolving to myself that I would pay Mona no more attention this evening. I finished a page of my book without staring at Mona.
A strong wind was blowing form the sea now. I could smell a strange smell in the air as the wind swept across the room.
It took me a few seconds to recognize the smell.
It was the smell of Mona’s pussy. I love the smell of my co-wife’s pussy and now the whole room was filled with the aroma emanating from her leaking and unwashed pussy. The strong wind brought the smell to my nostrils.
I had to look up from my book again. Mona sat reading her book, a picture of concentration, once again not acknowledging my amorous stare. I knew she was doing this on purpose, tantalizing me, getting me sexually excited and silently establishing her sexual supremacy over me.
I realized that my own pussy was hot and leaking now. I could contain myself no longer.
“You should wash your pussy in the morning, Mona”, I told her. I was smiling feistily when I said it.
Mona looked up from her book.
“What is that you said, Nora?”, asked Mona. I knew she was pretending. She had heard me just fine, but she wanted to make me repeat myself.
“I said you should wash your pussy in the morning, Mona”, I repeated myself, talking slowly, my breasts heaving as the words left my mouth.
“What a strange thing to say, Nora”, said Mona, feigning innocence.
“The whole room smells of your pussy milk, Mona”, I told her, a bit angry now.
Mona let out a giggle. Mona was in her late forties like me. But she sounded like a goddamn teenager when she played these games and giggled.
“I thought you liked the smell of my pussy”, said Mona. She raised her legs and spread them on the couch, giving me a clear view of her hairy pussy.
A wave of lust surged through my body as I sat on the couch and gazed at Mona’s beautiful hairy pussy. I knew I did not want to look like a sexual weakling and stare at her pussy like I was seeing one for the first time in my life.
I looked back at Mona’s face and our eyes met.
We eyed each other with a certain degree of competitiveness.
I placed my book on the couch. Mona also placed her book on the couch beside her.
Mona fixed me with a coy smile, as if she was daring me to take the next step.
I raised my nightie upto my thigh and inserted my hand into my groin until I felt the fabric of my pantie.
I removed the pantie slowly and seductively, putting on a bit of a show for Mona. I saw Mona lick her lips as she watched me free my pussy from the constraints of my pantie. I felt the wetness of my pantie as I slipped it off my legs and held it in my hands.
“You want to get a sniff of my pantie, Mona?”, I asked her, dangling my pantie on my index finger.
I saw Mona’s eyes light up and her breasts heave at my offer.
“Yeah, I wanna smell your pantie, Nora. Hurl it towards me”, said Mona in a really low voice.
I dangled the pantie on my finger, tantalizing her, making her wait.
“I said hurl it towards me, you cxnt”, said Mona. She said it in a low and seductive voice.
I let out a laugh, glad to see that Mona was sexually excited after what she had been doing to me all evening.
I hurled the pantie at Mona, and she caught it with both hands like a teenager who had been thrown some candy.
Mona buried her face in my pantie and took a long sniff of it.
“You like the smell of my pussy, Mona?”, I asked her, my nipples were erect as I watched Mona’s frenzied sniffing of my wet pantie.
Mona did not respond, and she eyed me seriously, sensing that I was winning this slow and sensual mating game of sorts. She took another deep sniff of my pantie while also burying her face in it.
I giggled. Mona raised her head and looked at me angrily.
Then she did something that was totally unexpected and shocked me even though I had been living with the bitch for nearly a year now.
She inserted my pantie down into her groin and began to wipe her wet pussy and sweaty groin with my pantie.
What the hell? I almost sat up on my sofa, staggered by what she was doing right in front of me, yet utterly aroused by her vulgar and dirty deed.
Mona took her time rubbing my pantie across her pussy and groin. I felt the blood surge into my nipples and an itch spread across my pussy as I sat on the couch, watching Mona soil my pantie with her pussy milk and groin sweat.
After wiping her pussy and groin with my pantie, Mona proceeded to sniff the pantie again.
“Now your pantie smells just fine, Nora. My pussy smell has overpowered your pussy smell in your goddamn pantie” ,said Mona and she aggressively threw my pantie back at me.
I caught it with my hand and flashed Mona with a real angry look.
Mona had caught me by surprise with her utterly revolting but ultimately sensuous act of rubbing my cum covered pantie across her cum covered pussy.
I reluctantly took a sniff of my pantie. The aroma of our combined pussy juices and groin sweat enveloped the air around me. I had to admit, I was aroused by the combined smell of our pussy juices and groin sweat.
Thunder sounded outside and I looked up at Mona, my pantie still in my hand.
Our eyes met.
“You want to come down here and lick my pussy, Mona?”, I asked her in my seductive voice. What I really wanted was to run across to the couch to Mona and pounce on her. But this was a competitive mating dance between me and my co-wife Mona. I was not about to surrender so easily.
I did not want to appear as a desperate horny bitch in front of Mona.
“No Nora. I want you to come to me and lick my pussy. I don’t have to come there”, Mona responded, spreading her legs once again and showing me her hairy pussy.
I also spread my legs and showed Mona my hairy pussy. I saw her eyes light up again as she gazed longingly at my leaking pussy.
We sat on our couches, showing off our hairy and gleaming pussies to each other, both of us urging the other woman to come down and lick some pussy.
Neither of us made any move to crawl across the carpet towards the couch on which the other woman sat, with the legs spread.
It was a waiting game, as Mona and I eyed each other with the most intense sexual longing.
“Come here, you cxnt”, said Mona, a feisty sex laced smile on her face.
“No, you come here, you cxnt”, I responded.
Neither of us was willing to give an inch.
We glared at each other for a few more moments.
Then Mona removed the nightie over her head and threw it onto the carpet. She was not wearing a brassiere and her ample breasts hung down attractively.
I also removed my nightie over my head and threw it onto the carpet. I also wore no brassiere.
Now we were both stark naked.
Mona lowered herself onto the carpeted floor with her hands and then her legs and began to crawl towards me on all fours, as if she was a panther.
I could contain myself no longer. I also lowered myself onto the carpeted floor on all fours and began to prowl towards Mona.
We circled each other a couple of times. Both of us eyeing each other’s naked and fleshy bodies, hungrily.
I could smell the aroma of her pussy milk, and I was sure she could smell mine.
Then Mona lowered herself onto the carpet. I had a hunch what she wanted. I also lowered myself onto the carpet and we move towards each other.
We both spread our legs, and I inserted my face into Mona’s pussy and she into mine.
We wrapped our thighs around each other’s faces, locking each other in a sixty-nine.
I open my tongue and began to lick at Mona’s leaking pussy, just as I felt Mona’s tongue infiltrate into my pussy.
Chapter 2
“Where do you think our man is now, Nora?”, asked Mona, whispering into my ear.
We were in bed. It was early in the morning. Mona was hugging me from behind and our legs were tightly entwined as we snuggled together under the same duvet. I could feel Mona’s erect nipples piercing into my back. Her fleshy arm was locked around my stomach.
We played footsie as we lay under the duvet.
“Who knows? Running around town, chasing skirt”, I responded to her question.
I felt Mona rub the palms of my legs with her toes. I also cradled one foot of Mona’s and ran my leg palm across the length of her foot.
It was a feverish footsie and both of us were intensely aroused so early in the morning.
“I had a great time last night, Nora”, said Mona in a longing voice.
“I had a great time too, Mona”, I responded.
“Becoming your co-wife was the best decision I ever made, Nora”, said Mona into my ears.
“Well, I cannot complain either. I think I like humping pussies and sexfighting with you over mounting Tom’s dick”, I told her.
“You serious, Nora?”, asked Mona in an ardent voice.
“Yeah, I am serious. Don’t you like humping pussies with me better than mounting Tom’s dick?”, I asked her in an equally ardent voice.
Mona hugged me even more tightly and pressed her erect nipples into the flesh of my back. I squirmed happily in her grip.
“Yeah, I think so”, said Mona, dreamily.
“What do you mean, you think so? Bitch, I humped you to nine orgasms last night. You better be grateful”, I told her, a bit annoyed.
Mona giggled.
“Hey, like I said I love having you as my co-wife. But you’ve got to admit Tom’s dick really does the job”, said Mona in a compromising tone.
“Yeah, the son of a bitch has a cock that works”, I agreed.
I could sense our footsie getting intense as we talked about our husband whose dick we shared.
Mona began to feverishly run her hand across my breasts while also tweaking my nipples.
“Can I have first use of Tom’s dick when he gets back this time, Nora?”, asked Mona longingly.
I was getting all hot and aroused myself now.
“I am his first wife. I would like to have first use of his dick when he gets back”, I told Mona trying not to sound hostile.
“You have mounted his dick for two decades now, Nora. Be a good sport and let me mount Tom first when he gets back”, Mona whispered into my ear even as she caressed my body.
We were frenetically rubbing our feet over each other as we talked about our husband.
“I am sorry, Mona. I will mount Tom first when he comes back this time”, I told her, refusing to give an inch. I knew if I gave Mona so much as a meter, she would take a mile.
“Who are you to decide?”, asked Mona and she tweaked my nipple with her nails.
I let out a cry, beat at her hand and freed myself from her grip.
I turned around towards Mona and we flung our arms aggressively around each other’s bodies.
“I want to mount Tom’s dick first when he comes back this time, Nora”, Mona breathed into my face.
“No I will mount our husbands dick when he comes back, Mona”, I breathed back into her face.
We fastened our crotches together and began to hump savagely at each other’s pussies.
Chapter 3
We went for an early morning skinny dip in the sea after our sexfight in bed.
The beach was just a short walk from the mansion. It was empty early in the morning. Tom and I had bought a mansion at Navarre beach because it was far away from the rest of the world. Navarre was a remote beach town in Florida where there were just less than hundred retirees.
Mona and I waded into the water and swam until the water was up to our necks. It felt good to be bathing in the ocean naked, this early in the morning. The sky was still grey and cloudy above us. It had been raining for a month now.
The waves weren’t too strong, and our feet were still touching the sea bed. The water was cool.
“Our sexfight ended in a stalemate, Nora”, said Mona as she stood inches away from me.
I smiled at her, and she smiled at me. The early morning sex had put us both in a good mood.
“I guess we both are too equally matched”, I told her.
“I guess we are”, Mona agreed.
Mona hugged me and I hugged her back. Even after a year of living together in the same mansion and sharing Tom’s dick, Mona and I could hardly ever keep our hands off each other’s fleshy bodies when we were with each other.
I caressed her back slowly and seductively with my hands and she returned the favor.
Our large breasts heaved together as we swayed in the early morning waves.
“So my worst fear did come true”, I said, breaking the silence.
“And what is that?”, asked Mona.
“Before we became co-wife’s I told you and Tom about my fear that you and I would be at each other’s throats all the time if we stayed together in the same house with Tom”, I told Mona.
Mona eyed me feistily. She took a few moments to respond to my accusation.
“We are not at each other’s throats all the time, Nora”, said Mona, rubbing my back with her hands.
“But we kind of are. You’re breathing down my neck all the time. And I’m breathing down yours all the time too. It’s like we are locked in an eternal struggle to prove our physical and sexual supremacy to each other and to Tom”, I told her.
I was getting aroused by this candid discussion about our relationship.
I moved closer to Mona and entwined my legs with hers. She acquiesced and our legs became tightly interlocked as we stood in the ocean.
“The fact that we are two equally matched women sharing a man and his dick makes our relationship real sexy don’t you think, Nora? Every woman in the world has a cucqueen fantasy”, said Mona, passionately.
“That’s true. I have always had a cucqueen fantasy. I agree it does get my pussy real wet thinking about the fact that we both are sharing Tom’s dick”, I told Mona, looking deep into her eyes.
Mona pulled me close towards her and slammed her crotch into my pussy. I let out a moan as my pussy lips met her pussy lips.
“My cucqueen fantasy doesn’t just get my pussy wet, Nora. It is what I live for. I would not share Tom with another woman but you, Nora”, Mona told me and slammed her pussy into mine once again.
I knew what was about to happen between Mona and me. We were going to have a sexfight in the cool water of the ocean, so early in the morning.
“I also would not share Tom with another woman, Mona”, I breathed feverishly into Mona’s face.
“We are a team, Nora. You and I are a team”, Mona whispered into my face.
I slammed my pussy into her crotch, and we began to hump each other passionately with our bodies immersed in the ocean.
Chapter 4
The phone was ringing when we reached the mansion.
We both ran for the phone. We both knew who would be calling.
Mona reached the phone first and grabbed the receiver and placed it in her ear.
I hovered over her, panting a little.
“Hello”, Mona almost shouted into the phone.
“Hey Mona. How you gals doing?”, I heard Tom’s tiny voice over the phone.
I took Mona’s hand in mine, and we entwined our fingers. Our husband was calling. The son of a bitch had been away for more than a month now.
“Tom. Where have you been, you dog?”, asked Mona, her breasts heaving in front of her.
“Sorry Mona. Had some business to take care of”, I heard Tom say.
I rolled my eyes at Mona, and she rolled her eyes at me. We both knew what Tom’s business was.
“When are you coming back?”, asked Mona. I was feeling a bit jealous that Mona was talking to our husband and not me. I signaled to Mona with my hands that I also wanted to talk to Tom. Mona censured me by putting a finger to her lips.
I squeezed our interlocked fingers excitedly.
“I’ll be back today evening. You gals missin me?”, asked Tom.
“Yeah, we’ve been missing you Tom”, I shouted loudly, and I grabbed the receiver from Mona.
Mona looked annoyed when I grabbed the receiver and put it to my ear.
“Nora dear. What you gals been upto?”, asked Tom. It was a pleasure to hear my husband’s voice. Our husband, in fact.
“Humping each other, what else Tom?”, I told him. Tom cackled loudly.
Mona looked really angry now and she tried to grab the receiver from me, but I slapped her hand away.
“You gonna be back today evening Tom?”, I asked him, eagerly.
“Yeah should be back around 6 in the pm”, said Tom, nonchalantly. Son of a bitch did not sound like he missed us one bit.
Mona tried to snatch the receiver from me once again and I slapped her hand away again. She was seething now, and she flicked with her nails at my nipple. I let out a low howl.
“You gals take it easy down there and don’t fight with each other or nothin. We’re going to have a great time tonight”, said Tom and then he hung up.
I placed the receiver back on its cradle and faced Mona.
“Don’t you ever grab the phone from me while I’m talking to my husband, you skanky whore”, shouted Mona into my face. Her face was red with jealousy and anger.
I laughed loudly, glad that I had managed to drive my co-wife up the wall.
“What do you mean, your husband? He was my husband first and I am sharing him with you”, I told Mona.
We were standing naked in the living room, our nude bodies still wet from our sexfight in the ocean and our feet covered with sand.
“You did not share him. I won him over. I forced you to share him with me, Nora. Don’t you ever forget that”, she shouted into my face.
Mona’s statement hit me like a stinging slap. I had to admit she was right. She had forced me into a throuple with Tom.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Mona. I could get Tom to ditch you if I wanted to”, I shouted back into her face.
“No you couldn’t. Tom would never leave me. He’s had enough of your frigid pussy”, Mona almost cried into my face.
I slapped her in the face. She slapped me back without a moment’s hesitation.
I grabbed her hair, and she grabbed mine.
We screamed into each other’s faces and fell down in a heap onto the carpet, one hand still buried in each other’s hair and the other slapping at each other’s buttocks.
A mere phone call from Tom had plunged our intense relationship into extreme acrimony.
We rolled around on the thick carpet, raining slaps, tweaking each other’s nipples and yelling obscenities as we fought tooth and nail.
I knew I was not going to give an inch in this catfight. I also knew Mona was not going to back down in this catfight.
I prepared myself for a pitched battle.
Chapter 5
Later we showered together. Both of us had arrived at a temporary truce after our vicious catfight which had ended with both of us licking each other’s pussies to tremendous orgasms.
We gazed intensely at each other as we stood under the shower, bathing and nursing each other’s naked bodies, which were covered with red velts and bruises.
There were scratches and bruises across our faces.
“What’s Tom gonna say when he sees the bruises on our faces, Nora?”, asked Mona as she soaped my body.
“What can he say? He’s gonna cackle like he usually does. Son of a bitch will get a hard on when he finds out that you and I have been tussling over him, Mona”, I told her matter of factly as I rubbed the soap across her boobs.
Her nipples were erect. So was mine.
“Maybe we need to see a counselor, Nora”, said Mona, rubbing soap over my buttocks.
“A counselor? For what?”, I asked her, surprised by her suggestion.
“What the fuck does a counselor do, Nora? They give therapy and find solutions about how you and I can live in peace in the same house while sharing a husband”, said Mona matter of factly as she soaped me.
I thought it was the dumbest idea that I had ever heard. The sexual rivalry between us was an endless one and could never be resolved.
“Are you kidding me, Mona?”, I asked her angrily.
“No, Nora. I am not kidding you”, said Mona. She sounded dead serious.
“Oh! And what are we going to tell this counselor? Hey, I am Nora Noorigan. And this is my co-wife Mona Mulligan. We have a bit of a problem because we are sharing the same husband. Sharing his dick actually. Do you have a solution to how we can live together and share his dick in peace? Because we have been at each other’s throats lately about who gets to mount his dick first”, I told her in my best sarcastic voice as I soaped her butt.
“I was merely suggesting a solution. Do you know how callous you, sound Nora?”, asked Mona heatedly. She began to soap my breasts.
I felt my pussy come to life as we argued.
“Listen Mona. I am not about to be dragged into a therapy session with you. You already dragged me into this throuple even though I had my doubts which have now been proven true. I am not about to let me drag you into more of your shit”, I told her angrily and I slapped at her butt.
Mona responded by slapping back at my butt.
“Then what do you recommend, Nora? Both of us fight it out to the finish until one woman beats the shit out of each other. And the winner gets to live with Tom. Is that what you want?”, asked Mona.
“It’s not that easy is it, Mona? We are equally matched physically and sexually. Neither one of us can really win”, I snarled into her face.
“True. So that is why I suggested therapy”, said Mona heatedly.
I was so aroused now about the situation the two of us were in, I could contain myself no longer.
I moved towards Mona, and I kissed her on the mouth. Mona returned the kiss, and we were now engaged in a kiss fight as we stood under the shower.
We kissed each other vociferously. We were done arguing. Now we would let our mouths and pussies do the talking.
Mona slammed her pussy into mine and I slammed my pussy into hers even as the water fell down on our naked bodies.
Chapter 6
“I’m going to cook Tom a nice steak, Nora”, said Mona.
Our sexfight under the shower had also ended in a stalemate with the two of us exploding into our pussies at exactly the same time.
We stood in the kitchen now, dressed in sheer denim shorts and tight round neck T-shirts that accentuated our protruding boobs.
I had poured a couple of whiskeys for us, and we sipped the whiskeys to calm ourselves down.
But I was raging inside.
Tom’s arrival had unleashed a civil war between Mona and me.
I looked into Mona’s eyes and she into mine. Our eyes did not lie. We knew we were headed for an epic confrontation after Tom’s arrival later today.
I resolved to myself to not give an inch to this bitch, my co-wife.
“Oh come on Mona. You know Tom has sworn off red meat over the last few months. I’ll cook him his favorite chicken and broccoli”, I told Mona, competitively.
“Tom could use some red meat once in a while, Nora. A bit of beef once in a while won’t do Tom no harm”, said Mona, equally competitive.
We looked feistily into each other’s eyes. I was not about to look away. Nor was Mona.
I took a long sip of my whiskey. Mona matched my move and took a long sip of her own whiskey.
“Now you just go sit there on the sofa and pour another whiskey, Mona. I’m going to cook Tom some chicken and broccoli and that’s it”, I told her with a certain finality.
I gulped my whiskey down and slammed the glass onto the kitchen pantry.
“You aint gonna sit me down, Nora. I’m going to cook Tom a nice steak and potatoes and that’s it”, said Mona. She also spoke with a hint of finality in her voice.
Mona gulped her whiskey down and slammed the glass right beside my glass on the kitchen pantry.
There was a hint of violence about the way we were arguing with each other now. Sex and violence. They went hand in hand.
Sex and fury. Mona and I were driven by sex and fury. Neither of us could get enough of each other’s sex and fury. We were reveling in it. Performing a dangerous dance laced with sex and fury.
I took a step towards Mona and lightly slammed my breast into hers. Mona pressed back with her own breasts.
“Mona, this is my kitchen. I cannot let you lecture me on what I ought to cook for Tom”, I told her in what I hoped was a calm voice. But inside I was raging.
Mona placed a hand on my shoulder even as our breasts remained in contact. Her grip over my shoulder was powerful.
“Nora, this kitchen belongs to Tom. Tom is my husband. I am your co-wife. I pay for monthly groceries”, said Mona in a calm voice.
Our breasts pressed against each other as we talked. Mona’s hand was over my shoulder. I knew I had to retaliate.
I placed a hand over Mona’s shoulder, pressing down firmly with my hand.
“It is going to be chicken and broccoli for Tom today evening, Mona”, I told her calmly, but even I could not help a hint of a threat from creeping into my voice.
“It is going to be steak and potatoes for Tom today evening, Nora”, said Mona in an equally calm voice. There was a suppressed fury in Mona’s voice.
I noticed that we had stopped referring to Tom as our husband or our man as we usually did. We were merely referring to him as Tom, which was a first since we had commenced this throuple.
I realized that our sexual rivalry had taken a turn for the ugly.
She ran her fingers through my hair. I retaliated by running my fingers through her hair.
Mona pressed her boobs forcefully into mine and I returned the favor. A titfight had commenced between us even though we still had our T-shirts on.
I looked into her eyes and she into mine.
I knew Mona was about to explode and she knew I was about to explode. All it would take was the slightest provocation and all hell would break lose between Mona and me.
We stood there breast to breast, both of us waiting for the other woman to make a move.
I decided to make one last effort at peace between the two of us.
I disentangled myself from Mona and grabbed her glass off the pantry.
I walked with the glass into the living room.
“Come here, Mona. I am going to pour you another whiskey and I am going to cook up some chicken and broccoli for Tom. You just park your butt on the couch and read your book”, I told her in a conciliatory voice.
Mona stood exactly where she was for a few moments. Then she grabbed my glass from the pantry and walked towards me.
“Now Nora. I am going to pour you another whiskey and I am going to cook up some steak and potatoes for Tom. You just park your butt on the couch and read your book”, said Mona, mimicking me.
I thought I would snap right then and there when I heard Mona mimicking me.
A sly smile appeared on Mona’s face.
She knew she had me by my cxnt hairs.
“I ain’t letting you cook your steak and potatoes, Mona”, I told her in an openly threatening voice and took a step towards her.
“I ain’t letting you cook chicken and broccoli either, Nora”, she told me in an equally threatening voice.
I waited for her to charge at me. I felt like she was waiting for me to charge at her.
This was a patient waiting game. But I wondered for a moment whether I ought to initiate a catfight.
But I knew any sort of physical confrontation would only end up in a stale mate and bruises and velts all over our faces and bodies.
“Looks like there ain’t gonna be any cooking in this house today”, said Mona, acknowledging the stale mate between us.
She smiled slyly at me, and I smiled slyly back at her.
Mona knew even I had her by her cxnt hairs just like she had me by mine.
