The wife

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Nowhere. Just out."

"and what the fuck is that you've got on your arm?" continues your wife.

You just grunt in reply, knowing that whatever you say would be met with derision. You tune out for a while as she continues to lambast you for your lack of endeavor, job prospects, gumption and everything else she can throw art you and scan her appraisingly instead. Compared to Penelope from this morning, she is a vast disappointment.

"and what the hell are you looking at my tits for! You can keep your filthy hands off them anyway. That's another thing. You're watching too much porn. Hell, you haven't even showered yet!"

You zone your wife out as she continues to rant and go back to thinking about this morning, Was Penelope like that with anyone who showed up at her door? She couldn't be could she? So why you? And the other girl in the hallway. She seemed to be looking at you the same way. Servile. You can feel your cock stiffen again now that you start to think about it.

Could it have something to do with that stuff that turned up with the cool bracelet this morning? Ignoring your wife for a while, you turn your back on her and go get the documents.

"What the fucks that you got now? It better not be some idiot scheme you got offa the internet"

"Shut the fuck up", you say and scan down the page till you come to the interesting bit. All contents, property, thralls and vassals at number 7, Troy Street now belong herewith to the said Ulysses Martinez.

What the fuck was a vassal or a thrall? Maybe you should have hung around longer and you could have asked Penelope.

"Fuck you too, you lazy useless shit. Hey where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Out. Don't wait up." you say as you walk out without giving her a backward glance. You've got somewhere better than this to be!

In your head you keep replaying the moment when you came in Penelope's mouth and wonder why the hell you left.