Baby, You Can Drive My Car

Later, at the party I had to take a lot of kidding. More than a few wise cracks were directed my way. I just kept smiling and hugging my wife. I was a little embarrassed around Patti's parents. I wondered if they felt their daughter had married an asshole. Patti's father got me to the side half way through the night.

"Son, she is my daughter, but she is your wife. You did the right thing today. She already knew you would do anything for her. Shit! She has known that for years. Now she knows you won't tolerate any fucking around, and that is a good thing for a wife to know, too. You made a very clear statement," he chuckled "It won't soon be forgotten."

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