His Royal Nibbs picked his pillow off the floor and slopped down on to the couch. He pulled the afghan over him and grabbed the remote control off the side table. He was really upset that his wife had the nerve to treat him that way. "What! A guy can't go out for a bit with out a damned Spanish inquisition," he thought to himself. "I looked after those kids all day. What's her problem. She had her break." Flipping through the satellite channels, he found a blue movie. "Yeah," he muttered under his breath, "You're getting it. Wish I was. Damned Bitch. What does she expect. I work all day and she moans at me all evening. No wonder I need a break from this place." Feeling sorry for himself, he curled up amidst the pantings and grunts of the movie and fell asleep.
When he woke up the next morning, he felt as though he'd swallowed the cat. His wife was in the kitchen getting cereal for the children but had ignored him. He went out to the kitchen to try and make amends, the lipstick now discoloured on his face. As he tried to kiss her, she dodged him. "Don't even try it." She looked at him with a look that could kill. "Yeah, and who pissed in your cheerios." "Nibby, the kids are listening." "I don't give a f**k. You're treating me like s**t." "NO Nibby, you are treating me that way." She started to raise her voice. "Ahhh go f**k yourself," he said turning on his heels and heading to the bathroom to shower. "If you're looking for me, I'm going out." "Whatever." she roared back and she returned to making sure the children were eating. They said nothing.
Nibby climbed into the shower and took a deep breath. Why did he bother coming back to listen to this. This was not what he'd signed up for. He wondered what Alice was doing now. She had showed him the attention he was craving. Or at least the attention he thought he was craving. He decided he was going out and down to his favourite watering hole to get away from the house. It was his weekend. Why should he have to stay and listen to her all day.
Alice had settled down after her bath into her soft queen sized bed having lit a couple of candles to give that relaxing aura to her bedroom. She took the remote control off her side table and placed it between her breasts pointing it towards the television and began surfing the channels. She came across the very same blue movie that His Royal Nibbs had been watching. She hoped that he hadn't noticed the lipstick she'd left on his cheek but his wife had. She listened intently to the moans and groans of the flick. The male actor seemed to enjoy the more the woman moaned. But it was all acting, and Alice was good at that. Maybe that's what her ex meant when he called her a dead fish in one of their last blowout fights and that he'd be better off with liver in a pillow. She had to act a bit more; to pretend that she liked it. She shuddered. He'd never been able to make her do what that woman was doing. It was his fault; not hers. It just had to be acting. Her ex was full of s**t.
Alice had never been able to take fault for anything always passing the blame and shifting it to someone else. In that final fight she'd attacked him for his inadequacies. That was her way for dealing with her own. She was never in the wrong. She blew out the candles and left the TV on to keep her company.
The next morning, she gently woke herself up and stretched, her bosom becoming free of the sheets. Gosh, it was after 11:00. She hadn't realized that it was as late as it was. The channel's test pattern was on and she groped for the remote and turned it off. Her sleep had been peaceful and she was relaxed in knowing that she was beginning to accomplish what she'd set out to do. Alice wondered too how his Royal Nibbs was doing. She checked her phone, which was next to the bed, and was surprised he hadn't called her yet, but thought she'd wait a bit before contacting him. "Maybe tomorrow at work I'll email him." She then wondered if he'd be at his favourite watering hole and thought maybe she should check that out while the iron was still hot. She quickly got up and made her way to the shower to freshen up. "Maybe I'll just take a trip down there a bit later to see." She grinned an evil grin. She had to know what went on when he got home and she was prepared to console him if necessary.
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