The muscles in my buttocks and testicles clenched to prevent leakage and my throat went dry for a second. She was still relaxed but at the same time serious, like if I didn’t sit down it would be my ass--which there wasn’t much left of—so I did what she said.
It all seemed to happen out of nowhere, I walked into the office one day to a pink slip--no warning or anything, just get-the-fuck-out-and-we’ll-send-your-check-in-the-mail. I went home that day and found my wife in the bed getting fucked doggy-style by my brother—and enjoying the hell out of it from what I saw.
I was just going over The Deadman’s Gift when I started feeling weak and a sharp pain arose in my left lung and I couldn’t breathe. I fell from my chair but had the foresight not to fall on my head like last time and arouse suspicion. I made wheezing sounds, but the pain cut them off harshly. My body convulsed and fought for breath but to no avail.