• creschke 40w


    "I have a confession." I mumbled.

    "What's that?" he sighed

    I turn my head towards him, tears beginning to form, "I'm having an affair."

    He turned away, jaw clenching, "Who is he?" He asked coldly.

    "It's not a 'he'" I squeaked.

    His eyes widened, "Who is she?"

    I turned away "It's not a 'she'" I wailed.

    He said nothing, puzzled.

    "I'm having an affair with words!" I sobbed.