December 14, 2012

The Smoke

He lit the humidor cigar and inhaled its sweet aroma. He always liked a good smoke after his meal and this was the perfect night for it. She’d been faithful to him, eager to please, ready and willing. And all it had taken was a good hard slap across her face to get her to take notice that he was the boss of this house and he would not tolerate her behavior. Yes, it was a perfect night.