This had to stop, Summers fumed, ripping up the photographs that had arrived a week after the package containing his wife's divorce-requesting underwear.
The most recent batch showed her impaled on the cocks of Alec Crufts and his business rival Gordon Bayleaf. To add insult to injury, the bed on which they were fucking was covered in £50 notes. The damnable little slut! She'd get her bloody divorce alright...she was lucky not to get a good thrashing.
As for Crufts and Bayleaf, two heads were better than one. Especially when hacked off and displayed on his study room wall._