As he dipped his Kat Kat finger deep into his gaping cup of milk, he shuddered at the memory of Michelle.
As he nibbled the end of the chocolatey shaft, he winced at the memory of Gabriella.
As he slid the whole thing down his throat, he smirked at the memory of Chantelle.
As he took the milk into his mouth and swallowed every drop, he nodded at the memory of Alexandra.
And as he stared at his empty cup, he bowed his head at the memory of his wife
and wondered how he could win her back.
© Carl Burkitt 2013