FMM

Kay’s husband vanished in a puff of smoke. Well, not really – but it seemed that way. One moment he was there, the next he was gone. Her Dad was right, “A shifty bastard” he’d said. God, it’s nauseating when your parents are spot on. She grabbed another chocolate from the almost empty box and flicked through the channels. ‘Couch potato’ she thought, ‘more like couch mould, slow growing fungus, a mildewed arse.’ She’d always been prone to hyperbole, mainly when upset. But in this case, it was reasonable. It’s not everyday you catch your old man with his dick in his secretary, or more accurately her mouth. ...