A Few Capable Men to F--k My Wife

I had a weird feeling that a majority of the handsome gentlemen at the hotel resort were doing their best to avoid my wife. We had only been here three days, and though nothing strange had occurred, my willy-nilly senses told otherwise.

We arrived on Friday morning. The trip was a measly three hours, but there were extensive delays at the airport that got me feeling frustrated and double-exhausted by the time we arrived on the island. We located a cab to drive us to the resort, and I was nodding my head all through the ride and didn’t bother with admiring the local scenery we passed. Allie woke me when we drove into the hotel. It was a struggle clambering from the vehicle and then checking into our reserved suites. Once inside, I left Allie to herself as I took off my glasses and dive-bombed the bed; I was out like a light within minutes. I didn’t come awake for several hours, by then dusk had settled on this part of the world. Allie wasn’t in the room when I took a shower, changed into a new set of clothes, then grabbed my phone and wallet and went looking for her.

I found Allie in the casino section. She’s not the gambling sort, and it wasn’t until we went into the restaurant to grab a bite that I learnt of the outcome of someone accosting her outside the casino, to whom she responded with a slightly rude gesture.

“What did he say to you exactly?” I inquired while nursing my drink after we had finished dinner. “Was he a local fellow?”

“He had a gruff type of accent about him,” Allie said. “I would say he’s local, but I could be wrong. He flashed me a handful of money and said he wanted me.”

“And you didn’t want him back?”

“Are you kidding, Larry?” she glared at me as if daring that I’d asked that, but then her cheeks blushed. “I’m not that cheap, you know.”

“In case you don’t remember, we’re not in the States. What works there don’t work in the outside world, honey. You remember what they say about when you’re in Rome. . .”

“I know, I know. I just wasn’t expecting him to come onto me that willfully. He was sort of rude.”

“Maybe he couldn’t help mistaking you for the local variety,” I laughed, to which Allie responded by elbowing me. “All right. Then what were you doing in the casino then?”

“I wanted to find him, to apologise to him. I didn’t mean to be rude.”