“It was never my intent”, he began and having heard this line before, her friends shook their heads and turned away. That left Pen by herself in the den, the room full of trophies in polished glass cabinets and looming animal heads above. Pen always hated that room but tried her best to tolerate his macho tendencies. Jack could be a different person when they were alone, dropping the testosterone fueled competitive side. He could be a tender lover, but never in public or with coworkers. He was the “manly man”.
The Bag Lady 
Great piece of fiction Cheryl! ❤ Xx
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