Her behaviour shattered our timeless symbiosis of love. She opened her legs to a cock to which she became a slave.
It wasn’t the colour that disturbed me. It wasn’t even the fact it belonged to my best friend.
It was the fact that she was my poker debt. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy it
But there she was addicted, bitten and screaming out her pleasure. Each sound piercing my heart.
So that’s how the cards landed. I was sitting pretty with a full house. It’s ironic it was his fourth card, the black jack that destroyed everything.
