From what I'm writing

Best to go anonymous on this one. Anyone who knows me, though, knows who these people are and why all this matters.


XX regrets moving here from the East Coast. She claims XY pressed her into it so he could pursue his perversions. “He wants to do threesomes,” XX says. “Wife-swapping. I tell him he can play a nice game of Hide and Go Fuck Yourself.”

She rails against his frugality. He buys only what’s on sale. We eat out only when we has a coupon. The coupon is usually expired. When he’s caught, he always has a backup.

“If they were giving away a case of the clap,” XX says, “XY would stand in line and take two.” In fact, he’ll stomp off to Las Vegas a year later. He’ll fuck some woman at Circus Circus. Yes, Circus Circus. There are many fine establishments for adultery in the City of Sin, but XY chooses the Big Top. Then he’ll climb back into his Fury and steer it down Interstate 15. He’ll toss his bag on the bed and demand XX call the doctor.

I won’t believe her until I see the list: Discharge. Itching. Avoid relations with wife? Got to give him credit, though: Drinks at Circus Circus can’t come cheap. At the very least, they don’t come for free. Neither did his fling, apparently.