On their wedding day, Patrick and Josephine were overwhelmed by the throngs of people who had created time out of their busy lives, to honour their invitation; including those who are always present wherever celebration is taking place without being invited; not because of love but because of the free things, such foods and drinks they were to enjoy.
Patrick, being a gentle guy, had respected the position of Josephine that they were not going to have sex until their wedding night.
The Wedding Eve Was Truncated By "Eve"
Patrick had nurtured a beautiful hope, even though he hadn't expected too much... he knew she's not a virgin, but he wanted originality and synergy-- the Romeo and Juliet kind of romance.
On that night, as they were about to get down to the 'business' of the night, Patrick realised that Josephine's bums were fake; they were flat as a sheet of paper. What a crime! He wanted to call the police but didn't, because that would have cost him more -- both time and money.
Bewildered by this sad revelation, cold ran through the veins of Patrick's body, which his manhood also felt, and then, dropped dead for that night.
Patrick looked forward earnestly, to hear the cock crow, but that took eternity, as his head banged with aches in reaction to the boisterous snoring of his newly wedded wife.
Sincerely, Josephine was very good at snoring. She did it as if she had mastered the art of snoring.
This was how Patrick felt, if not worser than this
Patrick knew it at that point, that assuming there's an award for snoring, such as the best player of the year, Josephine would have no contender. Mehn, she snored with a vigorous rhythm, which almost made Patrick's head to explode in pain-- an ache that neither Pandol Extra or Paracetamol only, wouldn't suppress.
"I need a divorce!" Patrick cried out like a baby who wanted to suck the milk of his mother breasts.
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