Then we both start “I need to talk…” me
“I am glad you came…” her
We chuckle
I say, “You start.”
She looks embarrassed and glances at her father, “My father wants us to do a prenuptial agreement,” she looks so scared I laugh.
I smile at her and said, “George wants the same thing.”
She laughed and hugged me. We got the basics one that George said with the stipulation that children would be handled separately from this agreement.
Great wedding. Greater honeymoon. We move in to the house my parents left to me. And five years pass.
She wanted to wait till she was 30 for kids still two years away. The business is booming. Home life is good, well mostly good. The bad part is the harry rat my wife calls a dog. Princess by name, and if she raises kids like she is taking care of this dog, we would have some spoiled brats.
The thing is constantly yapping it can’t even bark. If it eats or drinks something my wife will get down and wipe its mouth. She carries two purses, one just for the dog to sit in. She treats that thing better than me.
The only time I put my foot down is when she tried to bring the dog to bed with us, I told her, “If you want to sleep with the dog, then you can sleep in the guest room with it.” She cried and begged, but I held firm and won one.
Her dad hit some hard times, he was heavily invested in real estate and when properties tanked in value he came up short. I lent him a million or so but it was done with lawyers and contracts. (Remember he was the one to insist on the prenuptial.)
So one day Sue asked, “Can you take princess to the groomers on Friday?”
“What?!?” I exclaimed in disbelief, “You won’t even let me feed the dog.”
“I know honey” said Sue “but I am helping set up for my grandma’s birthday. She is ninety you know, and the groomers are across town from the club, but are mostly on your way to work”
Long story short, I took the dog, I got a blow job out of it so I was happy.
On the way home is when my life hit a nose dive.
There was road work and detours on our way home I had the windows open for air and Princess was in her bag.
Then she started yapping and jumping, I tried to grab her and she nipped me.
I pull the car over to do something with her and she jumped out the window.
“FUCK!”
I got out to chase her and followed her to a Days Inn (you know where the rooms open to the parking lot) and to room 117 where she started yapping and crying scratching at the door.
I grab the furry rat and knock on the door no answer. So I think for a moment and go to the office.
When I walk in the lady there said, “Can I…” The rat started yapping more. “Why hello Princess, it is funny seeing you today you’re here mostly on Wednesdays.”
My world just about fell apart then, but I held it together and said “I was bringing Princess home from the groomers and she jumped out and ran here.”
“Well she likes us here when her mommy comes on Wednesday for a little afternoon delight with her husband. She leaves Princess with us and we take good care of her, don’t we you pretty girl,” she said.
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