One last fling gone wrong

It was a late Sunday afternoon and Mark decided that he would prolong his fate any longer.

He knew that the choices he made would affect all of their lives,but he knew that he needed to do what was best for everyone.

He got his lazy behind of his red, soft and squishy, wooly couch and entered the shower.

He had spent half the day just sitting and mopping around.

"Prove it", those words rung in his head over and over from yesterday's conversation with his wife.

He laughed when he thought about her still being his wife. No matter what he did, he will still have her as a wife. She will still give in to him. She was flawed in that way.

He exited the shower, his hair dripping into the carpet. He wiped it with the edge of the towel while he stood naked in his room. The curtains were open, giving Mrs Sugarplum a good view of his plums.

He did not bother himself to cover up as he rakes his fingers through his hair.

He wanted to give her a good view since it would probably be the last time she