“I cannot do this anymore!” Roger cried out, wiping the tears flowing from his eyes. His hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as he entered the ramp onto highway 95.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Kim asked. She looked stunning in her fitted black and white Versace dress. Even in the cramped compartment of the car, she exuded sexy elegance. She charmed both men and women at the dinner tonight, held for Senator Pitkin of Washington’s third district. No one ever suspected the deceit and phoniness behind her demeanor.
“This is a lie Kim. Me and you know damn well it is. I don’t understand what happened to us. You’re not the sweet girl you were when I first met you. You’ve changed.”