LowComDom Performances Presents
"I'm worried I'm losing my wife's affection." the husband told the counselor.
"Has she started to neglect or ignore you?" he asked.
"Oh no. Not at all. She's an old fashioned girl, right out of the 50's. She meets me with a cold drink and a warm kiss at nite. My shirts are always ironed, the house is as neat as a pin, and she's a great cook. She lets me choose the TV shows, never objects to sex and does the budget."
"My God Man!" the counselor shouted. "You've got it made. What the hell are you doing in here wasting my time?"
"Well..." the husband ventured, "maybe I'm being a wee bit too sensitive, but ever since she joined this on-line group called the Wombats, at nite, when she thinks I'm asleep, she whispers 'Die! You son-of-a-bitch. DIE!!!' in my ear."