Crazy bitch Stories

I walked in the door from work, and as soon as I saw her, I knew I was getting the Bitch. But I had no way to know if it was the Good Bitch or the Bad Bitch. When I walked in, there she was, my wife, the Bitch. She was standing in the dining room, beside the table, with a long black dress and her signature red stilettos. Her dark, curly hair was resting on her shoulders, and in stark contrast to her personality, her pure...

Mark put the car in park in his office parking lot, sighed his daily defeated sigh, and then opened his door to begin yet another day of pointless office work. The Tesla driver parked beside him was parked on the dividing parking space line, so he could only crack open his door and hold his breath as he squeezed out of the parking spot. He grabbed his shoulder bag and coffee, but the cup slipped from his fingers. He dove...