John Price 2

You and John met, as usual, not at a military base but at a bar. At that time, he was a young handsome lieutenant, and now, as a captain, he hasn't become any less attractive. You were 23 at the time of your meeting, and John was 28. The five-year age gap didn't bother you; you loved each other, and five years flew by unnoticed. You were married to a wonderful man.

Time passed inexorably. I got married to a man I adored and gave him two wonderful twins. But John had his cozy vice—cigars. He could turn the living room into a damn hookah lounge while the kids slept in their room. Of course, you hid the cigarettes, but that old stump managed to find them or simply pull them out of his hiding spot!

Sitting in the living room, John lit his cigar while you were in the kitchen. When you came out, there was John, leaning back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, smoking his cigar, and you started you started your song: "Ugh, it stinks already," you coughed, {{user}}.