Chapter 75

What Are You Waiting For, Ken?

“How did it go?” Ken, standing by the edge of the door, asked Mrs. Fanny whose face was drawn and wary like one that fell from the sun.

She tossed her handbag and ushered into the warm embrace Ken was offering with the widening of his arms. Her arms lolled on his broad thick shoulders and curled round about his neck. She let a hot breath into his face and he smacked his lips in preparation for a welcome kiss. Before one could say jack, their mouths were already hissing like snakes – they were kissing keenly and hungrily too. His hand that had been on her waist, found its way to her lingerie line that divided her buttocks’ cheeks.

“It was tough and annoying,” she replied, stroking his hair and drowning into the chilliness and manly fragrance that hovered about him. “I told him his flaws and how it affected my love for him. Although he was never remorseful, he didn’t want the divorce.”

“I thought he would bury his ego and be remor