The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... hand.

Jane would remember it as one of the most difficult things she'd ever had to do in her life as she approached her partner of two decades. Dave looked even worse than he had the day before. There was a fresh bruise on his other cheek, tears in both hollow, staring eyes. The knowledge that she'd caused this devastation was crippling. Jane stopped beside him and tried to speak for several seconds, but the knowledge that this piece of human waste had once been a proud man less than a month ago, sucked all the air from her.

Finally, Jane gathered herself and launched into some semblance of the speech she'd been preparing for since four in the morning.

"Dave, you don't have to live like this. You can get money to eat and somewhere to live, even to run the business. You just have to fill in these forms here," Jane said, waving an envelope. "And lodge them with the court. Here, see, I've filled out some of them for you." Jane reached into the envelope, partially extracting a small sheaf of papers, and turned them to face Dave. He didn't look at them.

"I know it must be hard for you not seeing the kids every day like you're used to; I tried to get Peter to not do that; stop you seeing them until the custody case that is, but his lawyers insisted. You can have the house back when we move to Pete's place, I didn't know it was going to take three months, honestly."

Jane was aware she was babbling, but just couldn't stop. The effect on Dave was..., nothing. His face ...

... remained expressionless, and his only body movement was the twitch of his hand that sent the garage door up and down. Jane stuttered to silence, her hand on autopilot as she continued to wave the court forms. Her conscience hammered her fatigued brain like an eagle trying to break open a tortoise. Her mind, bereft of sleep for over thirty hours, haunted by bad dreams for several weeks before that, took action to try to absolve herself of at least some of the blame.

"God damn it, Dave! Why didn't you fight for me? The restraining order was against you coming near the house and the kids only. Not me. You could have confronted me away from the house and at least tried to talk me out of it. You could have cornered Peter and at least threatened to beat him up for sleeping with your wife for the last six months. You could have gone to court and tried to get that phoney restraining order revoked. Why did you just give in and do absolutely nothing? Why, Dave?"

Jane had moved during her tirade and was now standing red-faced, right in front of Dave, her stance and tone challenging. Apart from lowering the garage remote to his side, there wasn't much movement from him. He continued to stare through her towards his former home. This close, Jane could clearly see how grimy he was, and her nose confirmed he'd given up washing some time ago. She couldn't help the tears streaming down her cheeks as the cause of his breakdown was startlingly, obviously her.

She was about to turn and ...