“Off the phone. XXNX I’d see my baby girl, my daughter, snuggled in bed, innocent in sleep, and the thought would pass. She’s not ten.”
“She’s not a fucking stripper either!” I shouted into the phone. “I guess you can add abuser to your list!” She said, her beautiful lips twisted in a snarl.“The three A’s, Adulterer, Abuser, Asshole.”
My mind went blank with fury. I grabbed her arm, just below the elbow and yanked her inside. That’s right, I thought, you better fear me. “Get up.” I commanded. We parked in the driveway and I grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the truck as she yelled down the block. I went back to my phone, ordering pizza and two pints of ice cream. My length was average, but my girth was my pride, and I held it firmly.
