“Oh, I love you girls.” Clive thought to himself as he fondled his breasts. “I know I should watch myself in public, but I just can’t help it. I love these. They sure haven’t hurt my ability to hustle at pool and ‘my’ husband loves that his ‘wife’ decided not to get them reduced. Stealing Emma’s life was the best thing I’ve ever done. Good riddance to that disgusting, fat, fifty year old life.” Looking up, Clive caught the eye of a man few pool tables over. The only thing he wasn’t used to was the unwanted attention from disgusting guys like he used to be. Clive’s eyes narrowed and he shot the guy a scolding look. “Watch it! ya perv…”
