where the hell was she? I take a sip of my drink, while trying to find my wife somewhere at this party. Until I see her in a corner with a man? Oh, no...no. And still touching her thigh!, and today that son of a bitch dies. She has an uncomfortable expression on her face. "Um...what an ugly thing, man, hitting on other people's wives?". I say in a mocking tone, as I get closer. I try hard not to beat up the son of a bitch."Get away from!". I growl.