The Taming of the Shrew
A first-time Dom bites off more than he can chew
Chapter 1
by 
Hank Fischer
John was lying on the floor of the kitchen. A half empty bottle of Glenfiddich in one hand and his phone in the other. He read it again and again.
"Fuck you. I am happy you found out about us. It's over."
John was back to the single life. At least he still had his job; and that meant the world to him. John was a welder. Although he had spent a number of years at university, he always preferred to work with his hands. He was always dirty; he could never get the black dirt out from under his nails. But that suited him just fine. John was a well-built guy and never had much time for a suit. He would rather stick with a simple jeans and t-shirt.
"Ugh, am I going to just stay here and wallow?" John thought. "I need to get back out there. Crying over break ups is for pussies downing pints of Ben and Jerrys. Fuck that." He needed someone else. He texted his old work friend Mike. Mike was a good-looking blond guy who John had known for years. They played football together in high school.
John: What are you up to tonight man?
Mike: Motherfucker! Come out tonight! I am going to a party at Steph's place! Everyone from high school is going to be there!
John:
So are you just going to drink on the kitchen floor? Mother Fucker?
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