Review Blog: BOOKWORM BITCHES BOOKWORMBITCHES.COM squealed and moaned as per usual. Everything was so numbingly normal that I only became more jealous.
My secret was the greatest one in my life but I was going out of my mind. I had to tell someone. I confided in my best and only friend, Eddy. Well, best friends is maybe an exaggeration, but he had been friends with my wife and I for years. Same age as me, mid-forties, but he'd never been married, preferring to have an endless flow of neglected housewives and young hookers sharing his bed.
In a way, I had always looked up to him. He was wealthier, more out-going and happier than me. No cares in the world.
In my little back garden one day, I told Eddy about Vika. I told him everything, short of where she was living, glancing constantly over shoulder to make sure my wife, Liv, wasn't heading out to us. I could see her in the kitchen window.
