"Do I really have to go help her?" Zayne asked.
His wife Gloria rolled her eyes. "Yes," she explained, "You know Mary can't move all of that furniture by herself."
Zayne never liked Gloria's sister. She always needed help with something, and her life was pretty much always a mess. Still, Gloria loved her sister and always came running whenever she needed anything. Which, by extension, meant Zayne had to come running to help her too.
"Can't you at least come with me," he said, "I need a buffer to deal with that crazy woman."
"You know I can't," she said, "I have to go to work."
Gloria leaned in and kissed Zayne's cheek. "I promise to make it up to you," she said.
Zayne sighed as he stepped outside and walked slowly to his car. He repeated to himself that he loved his wife and that it was worth it to have to occasionally deal with Mary drama. As Zayne drove, he thought over the past few years. This was the second marriage for Mary that ended in divorce in the last five years. The first guy just up and disappeared one day with her car and all of her money. The current husband, soon to be ex-husband, decided to join a cult that didn't believe in marriage, hence the need for a divorce.
Zayne shook his head as he thought of what a disaster his sister-in-law was. You could put her in a room full of guys that liked her, and she would absolutely pick the biggest train wreck in the room. It was unfortunate because when you set the crazy aside, she was actually a fairly attractive woman. She had long curly brown hair and a cute little nose that held up a pair of reading glasses. Her body was very slender and had a delicateness to it that reminded him of a fine vase.
When he pulled up to her place, he saw that the husband's car was gone, and a rental truck was in its place.
Zayne breathed a sigh of relief, hoping this was a sign that the move would be fairly drama free.
As he stepped up to the door, he started to smell a hint of cannabis. Upon closer examination, he saw smoke penetrating the edges of the door. He grabbed the door handle and rushed inside. Mary had dragged a firepit into the center of the living room and she was burning all of her husband's clothes, along with some cannabis.
She turned to look at Zayne. She smiled goofily and waved in an exaggerated, almost cartoony way. "Hey hey Zay-Zay," she shouted, "Do you like what I've done with the place?"
Zayne rolled his eyes and replied, "Yeah, but I'm not sure your divorce lawyer will."
Mary laughed. "Well Hank decided to burn up my life so I'm burning up his," she said. She walked up to Zayne wearing a short black shirt that exposed her midriff. She also had a pair of red shorts on that hugged her ass tightly.
"Have you even started the process of actually moving?" Zayne asked.
"For your information I already have most of my stuff boxed up in my room," she said.
Zayne clapped sarcastically. "Congratulations," he said, "You accomplished something."
Mary slapped his shoulder. "Fuck you Zay Zay," she said.
Zayne rolled his eyes. "Yeah," he said sarcastically, "Get high and hit the guy that's helping you. That's a brilliant plan." Zayne went into the room and began gathering up the boxes. Mary remained in the living room throwing more shirts on the pile. Zayne felt his head getting foggier as he breathed in more of the smoke.
One by one, Zayne took the boxes down to the rental truck and loaded the back of it. After a few trips, Mary came into the bedroom and started helping. As she did, Zayne couldn't help but occasionally glance up her shirt or at her cute ass when she bent over. As they finished, Mary attempted to apologize.
"Sorry for being such a head case," she said, "This thing with Steven just has me so fucked up. Even before he fully embraced the cult we completely stopped having sex. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a woman to have her body going unloved?"
