My wife
This is a story about Sam and Freddie. Who just got married, and now arrive at they're motel room
My head was spinning at the realization of what had happened not three hours before. I married Sam. Holy lord. This could end up being the most wonderfully tortuous existence a man could ever lead. "So what do we do now?" Sam asked. I glanced at her and bit my bottom lip, glancing back at the road. "Pervert!" she laughed. We got a room, nothing fancy, just a typical cheap motel room. Not that it mattered. I wasn't there t...