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Shit, Terry didn work, she didn do housework worth crap old whore, she didn even fuck very good. All day long while I worked my ass off playing suck-up to the vice president of the company I worked for, she laid old whore around the house feeling sorry for herself. At company picnics and old whore parties she always whined that she didn have as many nice old whore toys as old whore the other managers wives or some such shit. But I was indulgent of her, mainly old whore because I really was deeply in love with her.
 
  We had met at college, where I was getting my masters degree in marketing and she was taking every bullshit old whore art history class they offered. We met, believe it or not, at a Baptist Student Union party where a friend had dragged me in an old whore effort to convert me to a Jesus lover. Terry was there because her friend had told her that all the rich boys would be there. Well, we got to talking and somehow, some way, I fell in love with her and she fell in love with my fathers money and influence.  
   
   
  Of course I didn realize that was what she was after then old whore; I was a little naive. To make a long story short, we started dating and soon went old whore steady and then old whore before I woke up we were married. I should have been suspicious when she told me she was on her period on our wedding night and we didn screw for a whole week. Finally she relented and we made love, but where she had been an active, eager participant in the past, that night she was exceptionally passive, lying on the bed and not moving until I came inside her, then she just rolled over and wanted to go to sleep.
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  That is how our lives went for several years. I was old whore becoming more and more unhappy and had seriously considered getting old whore out of the marriage a couple of times. Finally, I put old whore my foot down. "Terry, either we go to a marriage counselor or I want a divorce," I said one night over the table at one of her old whore favorite restaurants. "What?" She looked at me aghast for a full minute while the tension built between us, then she burst into tears.