"Oh My Gosh! some chick threw away a brand new pair of shoes just because they were a little muddy!- they must of cost at least a hundred dollars!!! SCORE!"
"Whats the matter Charles? Not enjoying your new life? All My shirts must strech! This is the only way I feel comfy!"
Charles tried to react, but shivers of pain and pleasure went through his body.
"If you don't approve of this, there is a spot open for a new towel rag in the Kitchen!"
"Oh don't thank me!" Amy said with an evil smirk. "It was mostly peter".
Thats one way to teach a cheating husband.
"Now sweetie, If your good, and support me, You might just not end up in some guys trash tomorrow". She snickered.
"Who am I kidding, I'll make sure he rips right through you."
Rob knew his life was over.
"OMG mom, so this was great grandma's makeup box? Jeez, It looks so cool and functional.. and the powder puff... that was hers as well?"
"Yes Honey, the story is Great Grandma got this case right around the time great grandpa disapeared - sigh- nobody ever heard from him again"
"Ohhhh, poor Effy! I got a little smudge of mud on your
pretty new form of existance...but it's still fun to be worn on my foot isnt it?"
Thomas knew that since the mistress had changed him into a mere tube of lipstick his life was now in total service to hers.
Every day he was being worn down little by little, Everyday he rode within her sacred handbag waiting for the moment he was held in contact with her omnipiant beauty, priveleged to serve..
As if this existance wasnt alien enough to the former man, now he realized that even though he waited within the darkness of her purse, if he concentraited he could see where she had been, through the part of him left behind..he could see what was going on around the trace of himself left on a cup, or a tissue..