Little Things

Copyright-Sean Fallon

Why don’t you just fuck your secretary…she loves collecting little things…

Little things…

He rolled off on top of her, panting. A slow smiled curved his lips. He sure showed her… He looked to his side and brushed a strand of hair off her damp forehead, then kissed her gently.

He went to the bathroom and ran the shower… As he scrubbed off the blood and grime from his Lilliputian penis, he started to weep.

She cheated on him… Insulted his manhood.

That was the night he came home and beat up his wife ’til she died.

He blacked out.

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