Who's Afraid of Marley Rose

by megjfreedman

Adult fic in the style of the play. Strong language, adult themes so DO NOT READ if you are a child. If you are mature enough to understand themes, you're welome to read! Remember to review Ten years later Marley and Jake are married and Kitty and Ryder are dating

2. Chapter 2: A Verse of Uneducated Insults

'I think you'll find its Kitty, not Katie,' Kitty replied, smiling, trying not to think of what she thought was going on.

'Well, please, sit down, my husband may be a while, he always takes long when he's touching himself,' Marley informed the guests with an even bigger smile. 'He never takes the lead in the bedroom, he has macho pride, I guess, only it never works-'

'So, Marley, are you enthralling guests with your tales of day after day after bottle of booze?' Jake sniggered, pulling up a chair next to Kitty.

'No, just your tendencies of inadequacy in the bedroom, dearly beloved husband,' Marley replied, planting a kiss on his forehead. 'As I was saying, he says he doesn't want to do it, that's he's not in the mood, he's never in the mood, though I say it's because of his small-'

'Well, you're no turn-on,' Jake remarked, snorting, 'you're frumpiness on a plate! Ageing, frumpy, no wonder you're bitter and that turns your mind to alcohol!'

'You pig witch!'

'Bitch parade!'

'Has a small thing!'

'Scotcher!'

'Bedroom problems!'

'Life of Tiredness!'

'Ratfaced hog!'

'So,' Ryder began abruptly, 'where did you two meet? You must be-'

'Freak show!'

'Arrogant!'

'Unpretty!'

Jake went silent and sipped some scotch while Marley finished off her glass, poured another then polished that off then smiled at her guests. 'He's always been an antisocial freak, you know,' she began again, 'bitter as hell. Doesn't work half as hard as he should, he probably experiments in smoking, drinking, gambling, and above all, adultery and doesn't give a toss about his own wife. He has to tell himself he's great because of his sucky self-esteem and any kind of reassurance of himself, he won't listen unless you clock him first, he makes terrible jokes, he whines till your ears hurt form the stinging pain, he-'

Jake began to chant loudly, 'Who's afraid of Marley Rose?

Marley Rose, Marley Rose

Who's afraid of Marley Rose?

Tra la la la la!'

He then shouted even louder, 'Who's afraid of Marley Rose

Marley Rose, Marley Rose

Who's afraid of Marley Rose?

Tra la la la la!'