BETRAYAL OF A PSYCHO-CAT
He got home with just enough time to get ready. She'd already left town for the weekend -- some family thing.
He had other plans for the night: another drunken, wrecking revelry spree at the Klub.
He was halfway through the living-room when he saw it.
"What the fuck?!"
Sinking into a chair, he felt sick. Betrayed.
She'd obviously been in a hurry, and had forgotten to hide it.
All this time, she had probably had it stashed undercover in their house. Her wretched secret.
He closed his eyes. A terrible thought presented itself: What if his friends had come over? They'd know!
He looked again, crushed:
A fucking Kenny G CD!