Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it wa...s ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private. ’ Not really surprised by this remark, Michele replied back while washing a fork up, ‘You know if you keep that up they are going to catch on, and fire you.’ While flipping through the channels, Jason sarcastically replied back, ‘No, that would be way to easy of an escape from that hell hole.’ Michele finished the dishes and drained out the dirty dish water. She quickly rinsed out the sink, and then made her way to the couch where Jason was, and sat down. ‘You know you have to keep working. Matt snatched it away and hit the '—off' button.'Did that say Kelly?' Jerry asked.'No. Don't be silly. You didn't see it properly.''It did. Didn't it?'As if his mind was working in slow motion, not wanting to see the full picture, Jerry put the pieces of the puzzle together and reached the right conclusion.'Oh my god, Matt! She's your mystery woman. Isn't she? Shit. What have you done? If Roy finds out we'll lose the account for sure. Shit, Matt. What the fuck have you done?''Calm down,. My chest heaved, gasping for air but none would come. I couldn't swallow and spit began to drool from the side of my mouth. Uncle John's grip tightened even more on my throat, he lifted me up higher and pushed back, making me rise up on my toes, tilting me back awkardly over the sink till the back of my head rested against the cool hard surface of the mirror. The pressure in my head was unbearable, my lungs burned so bad and my vision was beginning to blur. Uncle John's face filled my field of.