My Fuck Buddy Brother
The sound of the car’s offside grinding against the steel post had filled me with dread. ‘Oh Christ! I had wrecked Richard’s shiny new car!’ I’d only been driving my husband’s new car to the mall for kicks really; while my Ford was being serviced. But it was that old mistake of parking alongside a post; then forgetting it was there when pulling away! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Taking his new car out for a spin had been an act of rebellion; but it had back-fired on me and Richard did not fall into the...