Comedy - Adult

Marjorie had been married to Greg for twenty-two years, which meant she had mastered the art of the silent bet. Tonight’s wager: how many minutes into their “romantic” Thursday dinner before he checked his fantasy football scores.

Now he looked up. “The Breville? Over my dead body.” adult comedy

“Because I’m cheaper than a private investigator?” Marjorie had been married to Greg for twenty-two

She swirled her dirty martini, watching the lone olive drift in the glass like a tiny, defeated life raft. “So,” she said, her voice a low purr of controlled chaos, “the divorce attorney’s number is in your phone under ‘Golf Buddy.’” “The Breville

The Last Olive

The answer was four.

“That can be arranged. I have a shovel in the trunk and a very flexible moral code after 8 p.m.”