Unhappy wife Stories

A few years ago, my dirty mate Ivan called to say he would be flying up from Christchurch for a few days of business meetings. We had been in contact quite a lot in the previous weeks, as his marriage was in its last throes, and he'd been relegated to the spare bedroom. I offered to pick him up at the airport, but he declined, saying he needed to hire a rental car to get around to his meetings. I was in the same boat as I...