“As I said,” she reminded me, “I’d had a lot to drink – we both had – and I was soon confiding to her the most intimate details of my life with Dennis. To be honest, she was the first person outside of my husband I had ever spoken to about it and it felt cathartic somehow.”
“Okay, you told Terry that you had Dennis p***y-whipped and enjoyed doing it. Is that it? Was that all she needed to turn to a scrote like Jake Corbett and cheat on her husband of over twenty years?”
Her eyes were bright with fury.
“I loved Dennis and I don’t appreciate hearing you describe my relationship with him in such a vulgar and demeaning way.”
I leaned my face towards her, eyes stone-cold and blazing:
“Do I look as if I give a f**k?”
I seldom spoke to anyone in such a way, let alone her, and fury was insta
