I worried I would snap and fuck the shit out of both of them. I wanted to. It would be a crime of passion, all right. I was sure the courts, after seeing the footage of her pleasuring him, in my home, in my bed, then taking it doggie style, would be sympathetic and spare me the chair. Hell, I would ensure that not only the courts see that footage, but the whole world. But, I had two precious little girls with Olga, so the last thing I needed was for them to live in shame for the rest of their lives. They needed me now more than ever. They were the main reason I was going home. Someone had to ensure they were being fed and taken care of. Luckily, the moment I entered, Olga was on her way out, dressed in denim jeans so tight, I wondered how she could breathe in them. Her top was once again strapless and stopped short of her midriff. I used to like red lipstick on her. Now it just made me think of her in the video footage, when she was wearing it while fucking Viggo.
