Renata drinks wine like Jim drinks coffee. Like water (in a drought) or Kool-Aid (in Jonestown).
You get the picture.
Renata stays home while Jim pushes paper. Deadlines; professional reputation to uphold. No time to waste on his wife or her nasty little habits. But divorce is not an option. He has earned his money.
Her voice, on the phone, is rife with enthusiasm. Rendez-vous? She sips Merlot and waits, prepping for showtime.
When his hitman/her lover enters the bedroom, she fires first. Yes, officer. He attacked me. I was expecting my husband.
Pity Jim lacks women’s intuition. Cheers, darling.
You get the picture.
Renata stays home while Jim pushes paper. Deadlines; professional reputation to uphold. No time to waste on his wife or her nasty little habits. But divorce is not an option. He has earned his money.
Her voice, on the phone, is rife with enthusiasm. Rendez-vous? She sips Merlot and waits, prepping for showtime.
When his hitman/her lover enters the bedroom, she fires first. Yes, officer. He attacked me. I was expecting my husband.
Pity Jim lacks women’s intuition. Cheers, darling.
