“I FUCKING WISH, I WOULD WAKE UP DEAD ONE OF THESE DAYS.”

Kelly laughs at her Husband’s mantra of life’s little lessons and displeasure.

“Ooh and how can you wake up dead darling? If you’re DEAD, you can’t WAKE UP AT ALL.” That unamused face, showed immediate grimacing pain and grabbed a hold of the coffee pot. Mrs. Donaldson purses her lips as he screamed in irritate anger.

“BLOODY HELL, WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME IT WAS THAT HOT?” He shrieks in pain as Kelly mocks him.

“I don’t know, you didn’t ask LOSER.” He felt anger and lifted up his wife. His package pressed up against her as she felt sick. “Okay, seriously. I might barf if you try to fuck me again. I tried that on our wedding night and I still thought of her.” He releases her and smacked her ass roughly.

“FUCK YOU, I wouldn’t dare too again, I am not desperate, and besides sweetheart.” He smirks to himself as Kelly questionably glares his way. “What?” He turned to grab a cold glass of milk and proceeded to exclaim. “I did the same.”

This bleached blonde Barbie looks on confused as he finishes in laughter. “I thought of Bette too, while you and I were together.”

He laughs again as Kelly threw cereal at him.

“ASSHOLE!” He laughs again as he smiles.

“Did you find a place to party? I am sorry; I didn’t answer your texts last night.” The CIA former attorney proclaims as Kelly sighs. “Ooh? I wish you had.” Her face turns disgusted and ruffles up the paper as Jack quizzically glares at her.

“What? Did I miss something? I hope you didn’t tell ANYONE, I am back in the city? I am not ready, for that bitch to know.” He utters as he started the blender to make his strawberry smoothy. Kelly tries to tear the newspaper as he grabbed one end. “What? It can’t be that horrible, let me see.”

He shrieks as Kelly held up her hands defenseless. This already close to the brink disheveled man eyes the paper, and immediately dismisses it until he came across an interesting article.

“Dear NYC loyal fans and readers,

I have an announcement to make to you all. My good fiends, Bette and Tina are happily engaged.

He felt a thousand daggers go straight into his heart and continues.

In incredible odds, these two soul mates found one another, seven years ago. I remember our first conversation with a still married Bette Porter. I talked her into going after the lovely Ms. Kennard, at the time.

I and our little circle of friends always felt she hid away the BEST OF HER. I always saw her look miserable, with Jack. I am sorry, Mr. Donaldson though it’s true.” He twisted up the newspaper as Kelly angrily, repeats the next few lines in utter torment.

“No one has EVER made her so elated like one Ms. Tina Kennard. Ooh, we can’t wait to see them walk down dyke land of forever together, forever.

Ooh, doesn’t that sound like a good gay ole’ time to you all? Okay, send your B & T well wishes to my email at alicepieszeckiloveshertwat@yahoo.com. I love you all, and see you next week, on my new column, ten ways to make her go, ooh, lala.”

Mr. Donaldson ruffles up the paper in an anger fits and exhales a breath of calmness and utters.

“Ooh, it’s ON. That little bitch won’t know what will hit her and soon.” His face showed no emotion what so ever, as Kelly was ready to roll up her sleeves and surprise the pair.

In one round of musical tango, no one would EVER forget, if these two only realized, no matter who tried to stand in their way.

No one would ever claim B & T’s hearts, no because they already belonged to one another, forever and ever.