Elouise and me

Elouise and me have been married long enough to read the signs in each other’s faces. I can tell by her flashing eyes that she is annoyed, or the softness in those same eyes when she sees something or someone she likes. And when she gets that look at a party, i know that i am going to be lonely that night - again.

Such is the life of a husband who has been cuckolded so often that he cannot remember all those times she has gone off into the night with other men.