" What is it you sell?" Cushions. You could say I had a cushion to fall back on." She giggled despite herself, a rather nice sound I thought."Just cus...hions?" Yes, but very special cushions. The very best quality for the very best of furnishings." Why did your wife divorce you?" Her blinkered ideas remained as the assumption that I was the guilty party proved."Wrong way round. I divorced her." I suppose you are going to try and tell me she was unfaithful?" No, she wasn't. She was a cruel,. My mind begs and pleads for her to have pity on me, to release me from my kennel, a kennel made for a dog, a bitch. My heart sinks to the core of my being as I hear her go to the bathroom. I almost cry when I hear her footsteps trail off to her room followed by an unending silence. She has allowed me to hear her in the act of abandoning me. Does she realize the effect that the sound of her boots clicking across the floor has on me? Does she know the effect on me when I hear the toilet flush? I. He already bought his room. Please, just get through it for a few days and then you can meet Miranda for the hockey game and ditch me. Hockey isn’t really my thing anyways.’ ‘Fine. I’ll stay with you until Miranda comes.’ See, my best friend Miranda is a huge Chicago Blackhawks fan. She entered a contest a few months ago where several winners were chosen to go to a home Blackhawks game and meet their favorite players, as well as have reserved seats in the heart of the Blackhawk’s fan section.. I walkedback-n-forth again to be sure that they were comfortable."How do they fit?" asked the wife."Fine" I said as I sat down. My nervousness was gone. I wasbeginning to enjoy this. "Let me try the ones with straps."Stephanie again handed me each shoe. I slide them on, adjusted thestraps and repeated my modeling. I liked these shoes, but theydefinitely did not go with jeans. However, I still wanted them."How do those fit?" the wife asked."Just fine. Ok, let me try the boots."I removed the.