I drop the bottles and head for my room. He's there standing in the hall, like some big, sweaty, drunk bear."Can you move? Or are you too drunk?" I sa...y sweetly. "Pfft. Why am I even asking?" I say, rolling my eyes and trying to inch past him. He puts his hand out clumsily, pushing me into the wall."You little slut. You don't fucking talk to me like that." His eyes are unfocused and bleary and I slap his hand off, feeling disgusted."Don't fucking touch me." I spit, sneering at him.He slaps me. .. Ben included ... but not Justin; who just looked at the queue in front of him getting smaller!Ben thought about following Justin to see where he took his food, but he had arranged to meet his pal, Steve; that, plus the fact that he usually bought a cooked meal, which he had to eat sitting in the refectory. He knew Justin was very bright, but apart from looking quite young, he had no other distinguishing features, apart from shyness, that might explain his behaviour. Ben had already accepted. I thanked her and put it into my briefcase and kissed her on the cheek and walked out, saying good-bye. I should just have gone ahead and fucked her right then and there and let the shrew find us at it, because it was that inevitable. When I came home for lunch I kissed her good-bye when I left. This went on for weeks and then I kissed her hello but only when the shrew was not around.So now I was kissing her hello in the morning, in the afternoon when I came home for lunch, and when I came home. She nodded before walking out the door closing it behind her. "What did you want to talk to me about Derrick?" My whore of a wife asked. I walked around to my desk. I opened up my top draw to pull out the divorce papers. "You want a divorce?" She mocked in fake hurt. This bitch isn't hurt. I've known she's slept with one of my employees, business partners, and even my rival."Yes." I said curtly. Here comes the fake waterworks. "B-But why?" She cried. I pulled out the pictures I had on her. She.