Every Saturday my wife would force me to go shopping with her. She loved nothing more than to spend my hard earned money. I would work my ass off putting in 55 to 60 hours a week just to have my only day off spent following her around department stores, buying things for her. When I would see something I liked she would always say "Oh Jon, you don't really need that." I would put down what ever I was looking at and just follow her while she tried on outfit after outfit. I was miserable in life and in my marriage.
I couldn't remember the last time my wife had sex with me. It was something we would often fight about. She would always give some lame excuse and I would usually just give up and go in the bathroom and jerk myself off to one of the lingerie catalogs she had. What the bitch needed any kind of lingerie I would never know. She sure as hell wasn't wearing it for me. I hated my life. I was once a strong confident man. I could have any woman I wanted, but now after years of being married to her I was nothing more than a shadow of my old self. I was her puppet. I worked to keep her in the finest of things and the nicest of car and the most luxurious of houses.
This particular Saturday I woke up hornier than I had ever been. I rolled over and started rubbing my wife's breast through her ugly flannel night gown that she insisted on wearing to bed. She was still asleep, but she responded with a low moan. So I started kissing her neck. She tilted her head to give me better access to it. I got excited thinking that I was finally going to get back into that pussy of her. I moved my hand down from her breast and slowly pulled up her night gown. I pulled her briefs over to the side and started rubbing her pussy. She was already nice and wet so took my finger and hooked it into her pussy. She started humping my hand and moaning. She was really getting into it. I took my thumb and started rubbing her clit while I fingered her, her eyes were still shut.
She thrust her hips forward and moaned "Oh Michael, it feels soooo good."
WHAT THE FUCK? Who is Michael? Oh wait a minute. Michael is the guy she "worked" with from time to time. She had her own little business that I spend more money on that it brought in. She was an interior decorator, but she only worked when she felt like it. Michael was the man who would help her sometimes, but she had told me that he was gay. Him being an interior decorator, I assumed she was telling me the truth.
I pulled my finger out of her pussy and rolled over and got out of bed. She stirred at the absence of my finger in her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at me staring down at her with a murderous look on my face. "What the fuck are you doing Jon? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Why the fuck were you calling out you GAY partners name while I fingered you?"
She raised up and gave me an evil look. "Who the fuck said you could finger me in the first place? Is that how you get yourself off now Jon, touching me when I'm asleep without my permission?"
"My god Samantha, you are my wife, do I not have the right to touch you? You were getting into it anyway. You were moaning and humping and then you called out Michael's name."
"Jon, you are full of shit. I didn't call out Michael's name and if I did I'm sure it was because I was dreaming about work or something. This discussion is over now go get dressed so we can go shopping."
I was pissed off beyond imagination, but I hung my head like the broken man that I was and I walked to the closet and got my clothes and started towards the bathroom to get in the shower.
"Oh no you don't. You should have taken a shower when you woke up instead of fondling me. We don't have time for you to take a shower now. Be ready and down stairs in five minutes." As she walked past me he looked at me. "Who would want to fuck someone as pathetic as you anyway?"
I got dressed and met her downstairs in five minutes like she asked. She was dressed as well with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She didn't need to her own makeup on today, because she had an appointment first thing at a salon to have her hair and make-up done for her day of shopping. Just like every Saturday.
I sat in the waiting room of the salon reading all the women's magazines that were sitting on the coffee table while my wife got her hair shampooed, cut and styled and got a manicure, pedicure, facial and massage. As I was sitting there I heard the bell jingle above the door. I looked up just out of reflex and there stood one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. She was tall, around 5'9" I would say. She was thin, but not skinny. Her skin was the color of milk and honey and she had legs that many men would willingly get on their hands and knees to beg for. Her hair was medium brown and shining like the north star. I fell in cascades to her waist. Her lips were full and luscious and her eyes were a magical green. I couldn't help but sit there and stare at her like a child.
She looked down at me and smiled. She talked to the receptionist for a second then she came and sat in the chair directly across from me.
I don't know if she did it on purpose, but she opened her legs and I could see right up her navy blue skirt. She wasn't wearing panties and her legs were so sexy she had no need for nylons. Her pussy was bare with only a strip of hair in the middle. She quickly closed her legs as if she had no idea what she had just done.
I could feel my cock getting hard. I hadn't gotten any relief this morning after getting so turned on, so now the least bit of stimulation brings the big guy back to life. I was still sitting there staring at this angel when I felt my wife smack my head.
"What are you looking at?" She ask shooting daggers at the object of my staring.
"Nothing Dear, are you ready?"
She huffed, "Well how do I look Jon? I just spend $200 and you can't even tell me I look nice?"
"You look lovely dear." I got up and walked out of the salon, I couldn't help but chance one more look at the beautiful woman sitting in the waiting room. I was shocked to see her giving my wife a very dirty and disapproving look.
When we got in the car my wife instantly started bitching at me. "My God Jon, you were practically fucking her with your eyes. Is that what you want in a woman? A nasty skank like that? She was a fucking whore and you were sitting there drooling all over yourself. You looked like a total fucking idiot. You are weak Jon and you are worthless. Like a woman like that would ever have anything at all to do with someone like you. Women like strong men."
As she was saying her bit about women liking strong men I mumbled "I thought you said she was a skank.", throwing off on her first calling her a skank then saying I couldn't get a woman like that.
"What did you say?" Her eyes were bugging out of her head. I hadn't spoke up to her in a long time and I regretted it now.
"Nothing dear." I just kept my eyes on the road.
"That's what I thought. We are going to have a long talk when we get home Jon. Things are going to change."
I pulled into the first of many department stores we would visit that day. I sat outside the dressing room while she tried on several outfits. I decided I was going to get up and walk around. I knew she would bitch at me for just browsing so I called into the dressing room. "Honey, I'm going to go to the restroom. I'll be right back."
"Whatever." Was all she replied
I walked over to the men's section and was surprised to see the angel from the salon browsing through lingerie that was ironically placed directly beside the men's section. I watched her as she picked through several different pairs of sexy panties. I wondered to myself if that was why she didn't have any on. Maybe something happened in the wash with hers.
I was staring at the panties that she was holding in her hand. I must have been staring for a long time because suddenly they started waving back and forth. I looked up and she was looking at me with a big smile on her face. I felt my face turn red. I tried to smile back at her, but I was interrupted by my wife shouting from the dressing room.
"JON, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"
I glanced in the direction she was calling from then turned around and looked back at the angel. She was looking towards the dressing room with a scowl on her face and slightly shaking her head in disapproval.
I turned, defeated, and walked to the dressing room.
We left there spending a little less than the normal $400. I actually got out of there only spending $350 this week. She made up for it in the other stores.
As we went to several other department stores I kept seeing the angel in them. I wondered if she was following me, but I blew that thought off. Why would an angel like her follow someone like me. A pussy whipped, sorry excuse of a man with a loud bitch of a wife.
We finally made it to the last store we were going to that day. By now it was starting to get dark.
I had grown use to running into the angel. She and I never spoke, but we would exchanges smiles. I was walking around this particular store searching for her while my wife browsed through the women's clothing. I was disappointed that I didn't see her.
Finally giving up my search I cut through the middle of the department store to go back to where my wife was. As I walked past the dressing rooms I heard an angelic voice say "Excuse me, but could you tell me if this looks like it fits me properly?"
I slowly turned around and there she was. The angel from the salon and every department store I had been in that day. She was standing there in a navy blue lacy bra filled with at least a c-cup breast, with matching panties that barely covered her pussy. She had a navy garter on with navy thigh highs strapped to it. She was standing just inside one of the dressing rooms with the door opened just a foot so only I could see her.
"I.. um. You look fantastic in that. It looks like it fits wonderfully." I managed to stammer. I could feel all the blood in my body racing to my cock. It wouldn't have been as bad if I had been able to jerk off this morning, but my wife hadn't giving me any time.
"Are you sure? Maybe you should come over here and take a closer look."
I felt my heart pick up. I could feel every heartbeat in my head and in my cock. I knew she could see my rising cock through my khaki. I don't have the biggest cock in the world, but I sure as hell don't have the smallest either. I'm probably around seven and a half to eight inches.
I slowly walked over to the dressing room. She opened the door a little wider so that I could slip in there with her, but not without having to rub up against her body to do so. After I was inside she looked around outside to see if anyone noticed me going in with her. She then shut the door and locked it and turned to face me.
"So tell me now, do you think it fits me properly? I mean I thing maybe the bra is a little too tight. It makes my breast feel so confined."
I smiled a weak smile. My cock was raging in my pants. It was throbbing so hard it was almost painful. "Ma'am I'm going to have to say that it looks beyond good on you. You are an angel." I felt like an idiot for saying that. I mean how stupid and cliche does that sound?
She worsened my feeling stupid by laughing. I looked at her with rueful eyes. "I'm sorry, I know I must sound like an idiot. It's just that this is kind of.... you know."
She smiled brightly. "I was laughing because that is my name. I'm Angel and you are Jon right?"
I'm sure she would know my name. My wife was screaming it every ten minutes through the day because she needed to bitch at me over something. "Yes, I'm Jon."
"Well Jon, how does this bra fit me?" She took my hand and pulled it up to her breast. "Does it feel like it might be a little too tight? She was rubbing my hand all around her bra covered breast. My cock was screaming to be released.
I could feel my hand start to shake. "Ma'am, I uh...." I didn't know what I was going to say to her. I had never cheated on my wife in all the time we had been together. I had been raised to believe that cheating was wrong, and I still believe that to this day, but right at that moment, after being treated like shit by my wife all day long I was starting to see things a little differently.
"Jon, don't speak. I have seen how she treats you. You are a better man than that and I think you just need to be reminded of what a man you can be." She pushed my hand harder onto her breast and tilted her head back and moaned "You have such strong hands Jon. I love the way they feel on my skin." She looked me in the eyes. "Would you like to fuck me Jon? Would you allow me to remind you of what a strong man you really are? Do you even know how sexy you are and how deserving you are? She doesn't appreciate you and she never will until you show her what a man you can be and when you do that I don't think you will need her anymore."
I took my hand off her breast and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into me. I could feel my cock rubbing through my pants against her pussy hidden in her little panties. I kissed her hard. She returned the kiss with excitement. She moved from my mouth to my neck, licking and sucking in little circles. "mmmmm, I like that." I panted.
She took her hand and placed it on my cock through my pants. "Well it looks like you are ready." With that she started rubbing my cock. She then unbuttoned every button on my shirt and threw it to the floor. She slowly undid my belt buckle, the whole time kissing and licking my neck and chest. After she took the belt off of me she undid my pants and pushed them down. I was standing there in my boxer shorts with my cock threatening to pop out of the hole in them. She took her hand and pulled my cock out of the top of my boxers. She whispers in my ear, sending chills through my body. "Does she even fuck you Jon? Does she do her wifely duties?"
I shook my head "no". I didn't trust myself to talk just yet and I didn't want to take the chance on my wife being outside the dressing room.
"If I had a cock like this laying beside me every night there is no way I could let it go untouched. You have a beautiful cock and I'm going to use it to it's full potential." With that she kissed her way down my chest, making sure she kissed and licked each of my nipples, which caused my cock to throb in her hand. She lightly squeezed it and started slowly stroking it as she kissed her way down. I felt like I was in a dream. Her hand was expertly caressing my cock and her lips left a trail of tingles down my body. When she reached my cock she licked the pre-cum off the head. I thought I was going to lose my load right then. My wife had never given me head before. She said it grossed her out and she didn't think God intended a cock to be put in a persons mouth, although in the beginning of our relationship she use to beg me to fuck her in the ass. I guess she thought God was alright with that.
Angel parted her lips just slightly and kissed the head of my cock, letting her lips slide slowly over it. Once the head of my cock was in her mouth she started massaging it with her tongue while she stroked my shaft with her hand. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. It was beyond amazing. I don't know how, but I managed to keep from cumming. She started slowly stroking my cock with her mouth, sucking it in all the way to the base holding it there while she slightly rotated her head. I instinctively started slightly thrusting. She started moving up and down on my cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head every time she came up. She took her other hand and started massaging my balls. My legs felt weak under me. She must have noticed this because she pushed me to sit down on the bench in the dressing room, never taking her mouth off of my cock. Once I got sat down she started picking up the pace. She was moving up and down on my cock without once dragging her teeth. Every time she would come up she would run the tip of her tongue up the bottom of my shaft then sucking on the head really hard then moving back down.
This lasted for about three minutes after I sat down and that was all I could take. "Angel, I'm going to cum."
She looked up at me with those electric green eyes and winked. It sent me over the edge. I thrust my cock all the way into her mouth and unloaded my cock in her throat. After the first surge she started sucking faster and harder, milking my cock with her mouth, swallowing every shot of cum my cock let off. When I was finally drained and starting to go soft, she sucked the head, making sure to get it all. She smiled up at me.
"Mmmmm. Jon that was fantastic. I told you what a wonderful cock you had." She was still stroking me. I pulled her up to me and kissed her again. I could still taste my cum in her mouth.
Simply kissing her was causing my cock to already start hardening in her hand again. I broke the kiss. "I have never felt anything like that before. That was the best I have ever had my cock sucked."
She smiled and started stroking me a little faster. "I'm not done with your cock yet Jon." She started to go back down on me, but I stopped her.
"No, I think it's your turn now. Let me show you what a man I can be. A man doesn't leave a woman neglected just so he can have pleasure." With that I stood up and lifted Angel onto the bench. I expertly unsnapped her bra with one hand. A trick I practiced religiously in college. I took her left breast into my mouth and started lightly sucking on it, nibbling on her nipple every now and then. I was lightly pinching her other nipple and rolling it around in my hand.
She tilted her head back and moaned with pleasure. Her chest was slightly heaving with her breathing growing faster. I took my mouth off her left breast and showed her right breast the same treatment, making sure to just suck hard enough for it to be pleasurable and not painful to her. I took my hand and ran it down her belly. I wiggled my hand under the guarder and her panties and found her clit. I rubbed it slowly in a circular motion. She moaned a little louder and started breathing a little heavier.
I left her breast and started kissing my way down her flat and tones belly. I got to her belly button and found a lovely little belly ring in it. I bit down on the ring and pulled lightly, the whole time I was still rubbing her clit. She moaned "Ohhh..
When I kissed my way down to her panties I pulled my finger from her pussy. I heard her moan in disappointment. I smiled at her. "I'm not done yet baby. I'm just going to take your panties off." With that I hooked my finger under the band of her panties and pulled them down. I took the guarder off of her too, but unsnapped the thigh highs and left them on her. I sat back for a second just to look at the beauty before me. Her long legs covered in navy blue nylons, her uncovered pussy, completely bald with the exception of a thin strip of hair. He beautiful naked, firm breast slightly bouncing from her rapid breathing. I couldn't help but smile. She was truly an Angel.
I got on my knees between her legs and took my hand and spread her pussy lips apart. I started using the fatter part of my tongue and I massaged her clit with it. I could hear her moan in rhythm with every circular motion. I held her pussy lips apart with one hand and I took two fingers from my other and slid them into her pussy. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers, trying to pull them in deeper. I started using the tip of my tongue to flick her clit back and forth, while I took my fingers and slid them in and out of her tight little pussy.
She was thrusting her hips in motion to my fingers and she was moaning. "Oh yes baby, that feels soo good. Lick my clit baby. I love it. Fuck me with your fingers." Her words of encouragement had my cock throbbing again, but that only caused me to start licking her and fingering her even faster. I took my fingers out of her pussy and plunged my tongue as far as I could into it. I heard a quick in take of breath as the change surprised her. I fucked her cunt with my tongue and used my fingers to flick her clit back and forth and every once in a while using the pads of my fingers to swirl around her clit in an circular motion.
I could feel her pussy getting tighter around my tongue. I slid my ring and middle finger back inside her cunt and started wiggling them back and forth like you would if you made your fingers walk. I started licking her clit and flicking it with my tongue. I could feel her pussy start to contract around my fingers.
"OH GOD, I'M GOING TO CUM." She said, then she panted two more times. "OH GOD, I'M CUMMING.. Ohhhhh... ahhhh." I felt her juices wash over my fingers and her pussy contracted even harder. I tried to lap up all of her juices that were flowing out of her pussy. She tasted sweet, unlike any pussy I had ever tasted before. "Oh fuck Jon, that was good." She panted as I pulled my fingers out of her. She looked up at me and smiled. "Now I want you to fuck me Jon. I want you to take your time and enjoy it the way you like it."
Now there was nothing I would have loved more than to have been able to lay the beautiful woman down on silk sheets on a king sized bed, but unfortunately we were in a dressing room and our space was limited. So I picked her up and pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel her soaking wet pussy rubbing the head of my cock. "Fuck me Jon. Make me cum again. I want to feel you deep inside of me."
With that I thrust upward and filled her pretty little pussy with my cock, shoving it in to the hilt. Then I started thrusting back and forth, in and out of her. She was in my ear panting. "Yes, fuck me baby. Fuck me. Fuck me. Show me what a strong man you are. You have a perfect cock Jon. I love having it in me." She said several more things, but they became slurred as the desire took her.
I kept pushing in and out of her slowly picking up speed. Every time I thrust into her I would be rewarded with a moan of ecstasy from her. Her pussy was so tight around my cock I would have thought she was a virgin, if it wasn't for the fact that she was way too good at what she was doing. She managed to get her foot on the bench beside us and she started pushing herself up and down on my cock, meeting my every thrust.
"Oh yes baby, that feels so good. Ride my cock." I had never been one to talk dirty, mainly because my wife hated it and wouldn't let me, but here with Angel it was alright. In fact it made her start bouncing even faster on my cock. She was going faster and faster and then I felt her pussy start to contract around my cock. "Yes baby, cum all over my cock. I want to feel that pussy cum."
"Yes, I'm cumming... OH FUCK I'M CUMMING HARD." She started bucking and jerking. Her pussy was getting even tighter around my cock. This send me into an orgasm as well.
I shot my hot sticky cum deep into the recesses of her pussy. "Oh fuck baby, I'm cumming too. Can you feel my cum?"
"YES BABY.. YES.. I FEEL YOUR CUM. FILL MY PUSSY UP WITH YOUR CUM. OH GOD JON I LOVE YOUR COCK!!!"
My last spasm unloaded in her and her pussy started to relax as well. She slumped over on my shoulder with her legs still wrapped tightly around me. "That was the greatest sex I have ever had Jon. That cunt of a wife you have has no idea what she is missing out on. I don't want to let you go."
I pulled my cock out of her and I felt our combined cum drip from her pussy and run down my legs. She unwrapped her legs from around me and stood back up on her own. I could see the cum start to run down her leg too. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. We stood there kissing for what seemed like hours.
"JON WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" My wife was just outside the dressing room.
Angel smiled at me.
I smiled back at her despite the fact that reality was now setting back in. I had a wife. She was right outside looking for me. I was standing in a dressing room completely naked with a beautiful girl with cum running down both of our legs and I didn't give a shit. I whispered to Angel. "We made quite a mess in here."
She giggles. "That's alright, I'm prepared." She leaned over and picked up her purse where she pulled out a bottle of water and a washcloth with the tags still on it. "I got the water at a gas station and I bought the washcloth at one of the other stores. I planned this from the first time I seen you at the first department store, but you never seemed to be able to get away from her."
I was shocked. I couldn't believe that she had actually followed me and sought me out. I kissed her again. She pulled away from me and then started cleaning me and herself up. I told her that I would clean myself up, but she wouldn't hear of it.
After we were both cleaned up and dressed she whispered "Okay, I'll go out first. Wait five minutes then come out. I'll go over to the men's department and wait. Try to come over there before you leave here." She kissed me on the lips and then ducked out the door.
I waited five minutes and then walked out of the dressing room. I walked around a minute and didn't see my wife, so I walked over to the men's department. Angel was standing there looking at shirts like she was really interested in them.
She looked up and smiled at me. She walked over and took a piece of paper and stuffed it into my pocked. "Call me if you get rid of the bitch." She looked over my shoulder and quickly turned and walked away.
I turned to see what she was looking at and there stood my wife. I could see the anger rolling off of her.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Where the fuck have you been and what the fuck did that skank want?"
"I'm not going to sit here and argue with you Darlene. If you have what you want lets pay for it and get out of here."
We got in the car and as soon as her door shut she started. "What the fuck did that whore want with you and where were you for so long?"
She bitched like this the whole way home. I never said a word. The more she spoke the madder I got. I knew I couldn't take much more of her shit. I didn't know what had happened to me to cause me to all of a sudden be so intolerant to her, but I was none the less. Finally as we were pulling in the drive way I snapped. "MY GOD BITCH! WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP?"
She shot daggers through me with her eyes. "Oh you will regret that!" She got out of the car and stormed into the house. I followed her, but only because it was my house too. I had no intentions of trying to make things up to her. I didn't give a shit how pissed off she was.
I walked into our bedroom and started taking my clothes off to get ready for bed. I laid my shirt on the bed and got in my dresser to get my pajamas out.
"What the fuck is this?"
I turned around and she was holding my shirt in one hand and the small piece of paper in the other. "Give that to me Darlene!"
"Why? So you can call your fucking little skank? Do you really think she would have you?"
I couldn't take any more. I threw my pajama pants on the floor and in nothing more than my boxers I jumped across the bed and snatched the paper out of her hand. I looked at her in the eyes. "You know Darlene you said things were going to change around here and you are right and they are going to change right now. The first change that is going to take place is you are going to get on your fucking knees right now." She must have seen something in my eyes that told her not to argue with me. She reluctantly got on her knees in front of me. "That's right, now take out my cock and start sucking it and you are going to suck it until you make me cum. You said I wasn't a man, well let's see how much of a man you think I am after this."
She pulled my cock out of my boxers with shaking hands. I watched her nostrils flare. I hadn't had the chance to wash up yet. She could smell Angel on my cock. "That's right bitch, you can smell her. Can you smell her pussy on my cock Darlene? That is the pussy of the "skank" that would never have me and I want to thank you, because it was you being a complete cunt that made it possible for me to have her. Now suck my cock. Suck her juices off of me."
I could see tears forming in her eyes, but she took my cock and put it in her mouth and started sucking it. She wasn't very good at it, but it got me hard and I started pumping my cock into her mouth. "That's right you cheating bitch, she watched you treat me like shit and she brought me into the dressing room and fucked my brains out." I knew it was turning my wife on, she was starting to suck my cock faster. She liked me telling her about me fucking another girl. It was turning her on to know she was sucking the pussy juices from another girl off of my cock. "You like that don't you. You like the taste of her cunt on my cock. You dirty whore."
I grabbed her hair and pulled her off of my cock. "Take off your clothes. You are going to fuck me while I tell you how fucking good it was to fuck her. I know there is no part of you that will ever be as satisfying as she was." She took off all of her clothes and sat on the bed. As I was pulling my boxers down she started fingering herself. "Oh so now you are going to fuck yourself. Are you thinking about me fucking another woman? I'm going to sick my cock into you after having unprotected sex with her." I leaned over to where I was face to face with her. I grabbed her and kissed her roughly. "Can you taste her on my mouth? Yes Darlene I ate her pussy. She had the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen." By this time she was fingering herself vigorously. I could see her pussy contracting around her fingers. She was getting ready to cum.
I grabbed her hand away from her pussy. "NO, you don't get to cum yet." I pushed her down on the bed and rammed my cock into her pussy.
"YES JON.. fuck me hard and rough."
I started slamming my cock into her as hard as I could. I was taking years of frustration out of her sloppy pussy. Yes, this pussy had been getting fucked and it wasn't by me. "You like fucking your husband now? Because you sure as hell have been fucking someone else. That pussy of yours is pretty wore out now." I thrust my cock into her a few more times then I unloaded my cock deep inside of her. When I was done shooting my cum into her I pulled my cock out and started to get dressed.
"Jon, what about me? Aren't you going to finish?" She was looking at me desperately. Pleading with me to come and lick her pussy.
"I'm not putting my mouth near that thing after you have had Michael in it. And I am finished. I'm finished with you. I'm leaving tonight and I'll be by to get my things tomorrow and you can have the house, the mortgage, the cars, all the fine things here, because I'm done with you. I'm going to go and file for a divorce on Monday and I dare you to ask for alimony. I'm taking my truck and my clothes and my personal belongings. You are on your own bitch." I walked over to the closet and took out a change of clothes. I picked up the white sheet of paper that had Angels phone number on it and I walked out of the room and out to my truck.
I drove down the road a few miles. I picked up my cell phone and punched in Angels number.
"Hello?"
"You told me to call when I got rid of the bitch."
