Coveted

Mira's erectile dysfunction was getting the better of her. She had imbibed too many Singha beers that afternoon, and was plastered. Alisa had tried to keep up with her, and was in no better of a state. Two beautiful Thai ladies, one wracked with frustration and the other guilt, Walter thought.

Elizabeth was working her way to inebriation herself. Walter looked across the table at her.

"You know, I also wanted a piece of you," he said. "I knew my son wasn't equipped for the job, and I let him waste your time anyhow. I mistake on my part."

"Well, you were still married at the time," Elizabeth said. "And it wasn't a waste. We have three wonderful children." Those children were currently being minded by Mira and Alisa's mother, giving her a welcome distraction in her time of grieving her mother.

"I don't give a fuck," Walter said. "You don't seem to understand, Elizabeth. I get what I want. If I covet something, it's mine. And I know it's not all paradise out there, with Mira moaning about how she can't get it up anymore." Elizabeth flushed hard at that. Paydirt.