Tommy's Roadhouse
Dancing with the devil can be extremely dangerous.
I rolled over on my side as the morning light filtered through the curtains, hitting me in my eyes. I looked at my sleeping wife next to me. Karen looked so peaceful. Her blonde hair was spread over the pillow, with some strands on her beautiful face. It was Saturday, and Karen had been out with her lady friends from work for drinks and whatever else they did. It was now twice a month on the Friday night of payday. I alwa...
