One Smile. Then Two Fingers

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“How long are we going to do this?” she asked him after an hour of ecstasy.

He put an arm around her and stroked her hair. “For as long as we both want to, Honey.”

“I'm tired of this arrangement.” She shrugged. His arm lost contact with her skin.

One smile. Then two fingers on her lips. “You know I'm still working on some things, right?”

“You've been saying that for more than a year.” One pout. Then two feet away from his naked body.

“I love you—”

One scream with two feet finally on the floor. “I want divorce!”