Tensions Of Life...
The tensions of life were threatening to get a strangle hold on Bob, and after he'd finished a good dinner, he relaxed mindlessly in a soft chair next to the stereo, with a stiff drink in his hand.
His wife knew nothing of his nervous state, and she climbed onto his lap with the thought of trying to wheedle a gift out of him by snuggling, murmuring and fondling him.
"Jesus, woman, get off of me!" he exploded. "I get enough of this at the office."
His wife knew nothing of his nervous state, and she climbed onto his lap with the thought of trying to wheedle a gift out of him by snuggling, murmuring and fondling him.
"Jesus, woman, get off of me!" he exploded. "I get enough of this at the office."