Having a Ball

Kerry swore no man would cheat on her again; certainly not with that cheap slapper from down the pub. He promised the affair was over, but the only thing he’d given her for Christmas was an itchy, stinky snatch and a shed load of regrets.

He came home blotto at 2am, and she knew he’d been with the tart.

Kerry took the secateurs and went upstairs. He’d never humiliate her again. He wouldn’t be able to.

Afterwards, having done a bit of fancy sewing, she attached two more baubles to the Christmas tree.

A pair of heavy, hairy, dripping bollocks.