"My dear wife, I'm here, Oscar's lustful voice rang from outside the office."

Zoella suddenly stood up and threw the paper in her hand into the trash can.

Octavia stepped out.

"Zoella, there's going to be a meeting next Tuesday night. I'll take you there then. Oscar walked in with his portly stature. His face was all smiles and it disgusted Zoella."

"Oh, that's great. She suppressed her nausea and put a charming smile on her face."

"Zoella, I'd like to invite you to the farm to have some roast duck tonight? It doesn't taste bad. Oscar touched Zoella's face with his fleshy hand. Zoella's delicate skin and delicate face,...