Continued

Of course, the tale wouldn't be a good one if I didn't allow Mr. Smokes to stay, now would it?

I was nervous. Afraid, my husband would find out about our little romp. I quickly refreshed myself and hid Mr. Smokes away in the closet. I thought to myself, I'll put him out tomorrow first thing and no one will be any the wiser.

Morning came and went. The children were asleep and the husband was away when I heard the quiet calling of my old friend. I simply couldn't resist another round.

Before long, I was sneaking around with Mr. Smokes at all times of day and night. It was a torrid affair we were having. Many times I tried to break it off, but to no avail.  He began to steal and became costly and demanding. I pleaded with him to go, but he simply would not.

I called Ms. Margarita and told her my tale of woe. She insisted I get a restrainig order. I wore the paper on my person, but perisistant was he still. I became bitter. Again, I called Ms. Magarita. This time she gave me  the number of someone who specialized in these sort of things. A company by the name of Zoloft and Xanax. They assured me that we could beat this thing.

True to their word,  Mr Smokes was soon thrown out on his butt never to return again.

The end.