Vic felt across the bed and found an empty space, his brain tried to compute the situation, it was dark, it was quiet and it was lonely.
He sat up and ran his hands through his hair, yawning he sat forward and stretched his arms above his head then leaned back again.
"Bollocks, he mumbled and pulled the duvet aside, swung his legs out of bed and stood.
He scratched his balls and pulled his short fat prick a couple of times. He padded into the bathroom, aimed at the toilet and sent a thick stream of coffee and booze smelling piss into the bowl. Finished he flicked the last drips off, flushed and turned around, then wandered back to the bedroom. Pulling on a dressing gown and slippers he headed to the kitchen.
Saturday morning 9 am, he lit the gas and placed the kettle on it, lifted it off shook it and sighed. He ran some cold water and filled the kettle returning it to the blazing gas hob.
"Bollocks," he rumbled and opened a cupboard to retrieve a cup, empty shelves, he sighed and looked at the sink filled with cups and plates.
"Double Bollocks!" he mumbled and walked over to run hot water and wash up his small collection of cups and plates, knives,forks and spoons.Ten minutes later he finished drying the last plate and put it on the pile on the worktop. He took a cup and spoon to the other side of the kitchen and opened the cabinet, pulling out a jar of coffee that had just enough in it to make a very weak drink. He simply turned the jar upside down over the cup and sighed.
"It's your own fault you dick head," he mumbled and opened the fridge, to discover that there was no milk. "Oh for God's sake!" he said, "What the fuck are you like."
Vic had been a Director of a very respectable printing firm, alongside his wife. However, unknown to her until three months ago, Vic had been very much alongside his secretary usually naked and sweaty. That was when he found that his wife was also 'working late', although to be fair, he thought, she was actually working. The nuclear explosion had been loud, messy and totally destructive. Within hours he was not only out of his job, but the marital home, He lost his car; and his secretary had fled after his wife had reduced her to a quivering wreck. Now three months later he lived alone in a cheap rental flat as he tried to find a way back into the working world.
He had a few thousand in his bank account, fifty grand in deposits and a few shares worth possibly ten grand. All things considered, he had found a place to live, and he had a reasonable standard of living. There's always a 'but' and his was that his vindictive bitch of a soon to be ex-wife had made sure he was unemployable, threatening any supplier who might accept Vic onto the payroll that she would cancel the contract with them. She leaked his infidelity to all their friends and business contacts, ensuring that no one would touch him with the proverbial barge pole. He was a pariah in both his private life and the business world, truth told he was fucked for a fuck.
Vic smiled and grinned at the thought of Tiffany, his 'ex-sec', a statuesque brunette with legs up to the sky, a flat stomach leading up to the firmest, biggest unsiliconed tits he'd ever had the pleasure of drooling over. She was built for comfort, not for speed. He felt his dick stiffen at the thought of her hairless pussy and cute tight arse. Sitting down he began to stroke his cock feeling it slip through his fingers.
The sound of the doorbell disturbed his wank and he grumpily made for the door, unlocking and throwing it open, surprised to see his soon to be ex-wife stood there in jeans and a baggy leather jacket.
"Glynn - Fuck do you want?" he said totally confused, she pushed past and strode into his lounge.
"We need to talk, this is ridiculous, your heading downhill to hell, look at this shit-hole?" she exclaimed looking round at the chaos all around her.
"'s'got to do with you?" he mumbled ambling back into the room, after slamming the front door shut.
"Well despite your complete betrayal of our marriage vows and absolute and total destruction of my self esteem, I do still actually care about you. Vic this place is the pits, how can you live like this?" she said, placing her handkerchief on the only comfy chair in the room and sitting down.
"Lack of; money, a job, also of self esteem; because it's all I can afford, and oh! because I can't be arsed anymore." he smiled and plonked himself on the arm of the chair alongside her.
"You need a shower and shave, you smell like shit, have you had the same sheets on the bed since you moved in?"
"Do I need more than 1 set? They didn't say that when I bought them, you'd think they'd have said something."
"Oh! like; 'are you a sad git living all alone, well then you have to change the sheets regularly and wash the dirty one's!'"