It was around 7 or 8 p.m. when I returned home. Sylvia was home alone and there was no sight of Michael. During the period I was in the hospital, Michael probably screwed her every night until he was tired of f*****g her and headed home to take a break.
"So, the loser's back," Sylvia said without averting her gaze from the TV.
"What loser? I'm your husband!" I said with a smile.
"You're nothing but a loser. If you dare say you're my husband again, I'm going to get the taser." Sylvia turned to look at me and snorted. "Humph, you were ugly to begin with, and now you're even uglier."
"Heh, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so I won't bother arguing with you on that. But you can't deny the fact that I'm thick and hard down there. You were practically drooling in pleasure when I came in
