This is A SHORT STORY. It is intended for the members of Kindle Unlimited who have been requesting me for short, sick, bedtime stories. As part of Kindle Unlimited they are able to download this title for free. If you wish for a longer story to read, please do not purchase any of the White Cover Books (aka 'F*cked-Up Shorts' range of tales). A good place to start would be The Black Cover Books (for lovers of extreme horror). I thought it was a loving relationship. Married fresh from college and seemingly going from strength to strength for the last ten years. I had no idea he was cheating on me with that whore. I had no idea but - then - he has no idea I've seen him. I can use the knowledge to my own advantage. I can play him at his own game and teach him a lesson he will never forget. And whilst I am at it, I can experiment with my own sexual desires... I'm not sure what will happen come the end of the evening. All I know is this this will be the last time we make love as husband and wife... From Matt Shaw (Sick B*stards Trilogy, PORN, Whore and Rotting Dead F*cks) comes a new short story in his F*cked-up Shorts range. This is a standalone tale.
Author
Biography MATT SHAW was born, quite by accident (his mother tripped, he shot out) September 30th 1980 in Winchester hospital where he was immediately placed on the baby ward and EBay. Some twelve years later (wandering the corridors of the hospital and playing with road kill when he was on day release), the listing closed and he remained unsold, he was booted out of the hospital to start his life as a writer and hobbit – beginning with writing screenplays and short stories for his own amusement before finally getting published when he was twenty-seven years and forty-five seconds old. Once Published weekly in a lad's magazine with his photography work, Matt Shaw is also a published author and cartoonist. Has to be said, can be a bit of a flirt and definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, somewhat of a klutz. Favourite books "Roald Dahl's Collection of Short Stories" Tim Burton's Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy Anything, really, written by himself. Because he is that good.
