You were sitting on your husband’s motorcycle. He was in the alleyway beating up some guys who were flirting with you. He left you seated on his motorcycle as he did so. He then came back with not a single scratch on his body

“Why’d they flirt with you even though their dicks are weak as hell. Damn their asses are like fucking twigs.”

He came over to you with a cigarette in his mouth. He then started to stroke your hair softly…

He was very nice towards you than others…