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there had been no peace unless she got her way. She’d complained endlessly every time he wanted to spend time with his friends. And in the beginning, she’d rewarded him handsomely in bed whenever he did what she wanted. The separation from them was inevitable. “Um, she left me.”
    “That bitch,” Jeff said.
    “You’re better off without her,” added Max.
    He held up a hand before they could disparage Daria any further. “I plan to win her back.”
    “Why would you want to do that?” Jeff had always been more vocal about his hatred than the others.
    “Dolt.” Max jabb ed Jeff in the side with a pointy elbow. They whispered fiercely between themselves for several seconds. Finally, Max said, “Why don’t you come to the party? It’s at our place in at six.”
    Greg eyed their basket. “Um …” Beer and pizza. He wouldn’t be able to eat or drink anything. But he had nothing other than an evening of cleaning ahead of him. “Hey, why don’t you come to my place instead? You can help me try out my new Xbox One.”
    “Cool,” Jeff said, whipping out his phone. “I’ll text everyone the change in locations.”
     
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    Mykal arrived at her parent’s home early enough to help prepare dinner. Every Sunday she shared dinner with her parents. It was their time to catch up and just enjoy each other’s company. Her dad liked to act as her mom’s sous chef. He’d worked long hours to build his business, but whenever he was home, he said he wanted to spend time with his family. So he didn’t allow himself to be relegated to a den or his home office.
    They worked as an assembly line. Mykal washed and scrubbed vegetables. Her father, Davis , cut them and handed them to her mother. Emma, her mother, hummed as she added them to the stew she had bubbling on the stove. Her mother was a talented singer and was a star in the church choir. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a talent she’d passed along. Mykal couldn’t carry a tune to save her life.
    Once the carrots, potatoes, and celery were in the pot, Emma turned her attention to making biscuits. Mykal and her dad were only allowed to fetch and measure for this procedure as her mother didn’t allow any interference in her biscuit making. “I saw that nice boy Mario’s mother at choir practice Thursday evening,” Emma said, her hands working to form dough.
    Mykal met her father’s gaze and she rolled her eyes. He chuckled. He’d never liked Mario. But then her dad had never liked any of the men she dated. However, her mother wanted her married and pregnant. Hopefully, in that order and the groom/father of said grandchildren didn’t matter so much. She hadn’t told her parents about walking in on Mario and some girl he’d picked up over the course of lunch. Mario had confessed everything after she’d confronted him with his infidelity. The girl was an attractive waitress who’d flirted with him. Unused to such attention, he hadn’t been able to resist taking her home and screwing her on the couch Mykal had helped him pick out only two weeks prior. Apparently, he’d forgotten that he’d invited her over for a dinner party that night and that she’d volunteered to come over early to assist with the food. His family and friends were coming.
    She would never forget the sight of Mario’s naked ass pumping furiously as he plunged his cock into another woman. Mykal took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Just recalling standing there on his porch, her mouth open in shock, her heart pounding with anger, threatened to make her boil over. He hadn’t even had the decency to close his blinds. Taking a deep breath, she forced her fists to open.
    Forgiving him was never an option for her. The image of him with another woman had tumbled over and over in her head. She’d left without confronting him. There was nothing he could sa y that she wanted to hear. He’d called her that night when his guests arrived and she was a no show. As calmly as she could,