Mitch's day

Mitch sat alone at the bar, brooding.

Mac had invited him to the golf game this morning and had him act as a caddy. The whole time he had been infuriatingly pleasant, talking to him in casual friendly tones about what a dumb fuck he was to let his wife get turned into nothing more then a fucktoy for him and his pals. It had really pissed him off when he told Mitch that he was thinking of having her work the streets, but wanted her husband's consent on the issue.

After putting up with three hours of this mental ****, Mitch had headed for the bar at the golf club to drown his sorrows in as much beer as they would give him.

His brooding was interrupted however, by a beuiful looking redhead with one hot-ass body and a somewhat pissed off look on her face who sat on the stool next to him.

"You wouldn't happen to be 'Mitch' would you?" she asked.