Strip Monopoly
‘You are such an ass,’ my wife grumped at me as I came into the kitchen for my morning coffee. ‘Me?’ ‘I’d call you a son-of-a-bitch,’ she steamed, ‘but I really like your mother.’ ‘What is your problem?’ ‘False pretenses,’ she snapped. ‘All right, look,’ I said somewhat wearily as I took a chair at the kitchen nook table. ‘You’re going to have to explain yourself.’ Kylie took a seat opposite me, her eyes flashing angrily. ‘I married you under false pretenses,’ she stated emphatically. I threw...