"Pipe it, whore," Teresa growled. "I told you it wasn't none of your business. You get what you want, he gets what he wants, and I get to watch 'Bachelor' in peace. Enjoy it and close your hole."

With that, my loving wife left the spare bedroom and headed down the hall. Pammy looked at me, but I shook my head 'no' at her. She'd already pushed farther than I thought was wise. Teresa didn't want what Teresa didn't want and there was no use screaming about it. We were both a little set in our ways. We'd spent too long together to do things any other way.

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