Chapter 1
Decent Into Hell
Excerpts From Chapter 1
Steve, that was his name. Steve on the dotted line, Steve in slacks, Steve in the garden, Steve of my loins, and everythinng else Nabokovian . . .Steve!
We had nothing in common, but that didn't stop me from becoming his intimate amour.
"Does this mean you don't love me anymore?" Sonya's husband Steve asked unsurely.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Was Sonya's terse reply as she lowered the muzzle of her sawed off shot gun and let spew 8 ounces of hot scatter shot, silencing forever that inane banter that had tormented her all those years. The television exploded in a fiery inferno as she sent Monday Night Football to an incandescent hell!
Does this sound familiar!? If it does, you need to read the rest of MEN ARE PIGS And Deserve To Die