It Started With A Dance
Cat’s first confession It’s 04:58. I hear our front door slam shut and Cat locking our door. The clicks and clonks of her high heels on our wooden flooring let me know she is clearly pished, as I can hear stumbling. Where the fuck has she been until this time, I think to myself; all the husbands of her pals she was out with had all messaged in the group chat much earlier, saying their wives had come home hours ago. So where the fuck has this piss head been. I’d decided to pretend I was asleep and not have to deal with her when she was drunk. I had thought I was on a promise earlier as she had been sending me pics flashing me her tits while she was out, but around 1am, …