"I had no idea you were that bad. You make whores look decent. At least whores don't take a vow to be faithful and they generally stick to their own species."

"Jack, I really don't want to get into this. I knew you'd be shocked and I knew you'd never understand. I am worse than a whore. I'm a cheating slut. I'll fuck anything, do anything, and try anything twice just to make sure the first failure wasn't a fluke. That's how I wound up fucking a gross of dogs. The first was lousy but the second was fantastic.

The 144th is a real bitch buster. I'll never change. A cheating slut is what I am, and I simply adore a rut with a good mutt.

When I took my vows, my fingers were crossed. Now, can we discuss Heather or would you rather discuss divorce? Make up your mind right now. If you can't accept me as I am, divorce me. Do it and let's just get it over with. If you don't divorce me, don't whine about me cheating on you. You married a cheating slut; learn to live with it and take it like a man. I'm here to discuss Heather or divorce, not both."

Jack got up and paced, then stood at the bay window looking out on the city from thirty stories up. Sue let him think. Sue sweated. She would not fare well in a divorce and would not fare well in the work place. She'd do okay on a street corner, but whoring for a living had no appeal.

It was cheating she loved, and to cheat, she needed someone to cheat on.

Besides, she really did love Jack. He was a good man and great provider-a super man to cheat on.

Sue sweated nervously and said, "If it makes any difference, I would much rather discuss Heather. I didn't bring my attorney. I can't afford one, actually, not unless you up my allowance. Fat chance of that, huh?"

Jack turned and watched her sweat with his stone face. He knew why she was sweating. She had good reason to sweat. She needed to sweat, so he looked out the window and gave her more of what she needed.