The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... run away from the catalyst of horror in front of her when he spoke. His eyes remained unfocused, and his voice was flat and monotonous, barely above a whisper. With none of the usual inflections on some of the words, the meaning was a little hard to understand at times and she had to concentrate.

"So, that's it, is it? No excuses, no apologies, no reason, no justifications. Just rubbing my nose in the fact you've been humping the slimy old cunt for months, presumably for his money, judging by the car he drives and the suit he wears."

Dave lapsed into a silence which hurt Jane far worse than the words. She spoke to fill the screaming silence.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I had to sleep with him, or he wouldn't have hung around. I never brought him into our house, though. Well, before this you were served anyway. Just take the forms, please. Get some food, get somewhere to live. Try to keep the business going. It'll all go back to normal soon. You'll get the house back. Despite what Peter wants, I'll let you see the kids more than one weekend every month, you'll see. Stop being so apathetic, so...." The words that came into Jane's mind was slothful. Lazy. She bit her tongue on them. "Just look after yourself. Please."

Jane stopped and just stood there, panting. After seconds of silence, she just couldn't stand to look at that battered, filthy, gaunt face before her any longer. She half turned away. That finally prompted a response as Dave spoke again in his quiet, dead ...

... voice. Again, she had to strain to hear.

"Tell me, wife, do you have to apply to the courts for money for food? Do you have to fight for the right to search certain garbage cans just in case someone has thrown half a burger in it? Do you get to eat hot food only twice a week, as that's all the local soup kitchen can afford to offer the poor and the homeless?

"Do you have to find a sheltered bush to spread a blanket out to sleep every night, hoping and praying it won't rain? Do you have anyone to share your blanket?

"Can you see your children whenever you like? Or do you have to stand here every morning, hiding, just to catch a glimpse of them? Oh, and by the way, the wife stealing cunt's lawyers can't insist you don't let me see the kids, they can only suggest. Ultimately, it was your decision to gut me like this."

Jane knew this, and the knowledge was tearing her apart. How she wished Dave had just screamed and abused her when all this went down, totally ignoring the fact that she'd had the restraining order placed on him and hidden herself behind locked doors. She could no longer fight the urge to turn and run. She clumsily stuffed the court papers in the large pocket at the side of Dave's greatcoat and bolted.

"Stay here, Dave, I'll bring you some food and some money."

As she ran across the road to get some food, she determined she would stand up to Peter to insist he must allow Dave to see his children. Now! She gathered what she could out of the fridge, ...