Chapter 17 A Piece of TruthSEB
We decide to share dessert since she eats all her food. I like the way she appreciates a good taste without worrying about how many calories in it, unlike another woman who chooses green salad or quinoa over pasta just to impress a man with her body. Thank God, I never have to encounter women like them. I'm glad my woman-- yeah, my woman eats what I serve on her plate.
Lucky bastard.
Thank you, wife. I thought you would be concerned about how many calories in the meal I served for you, and in wine. And how many hours you have to burn them.
Jeez, YOLO. Why not appreciate good food, good wine, and a good husband. She grins at me, and then she excuses herself to refresh.
I can't help but smile and shake my head. I call the manager while she's in the ladies'
