"MC: Tell us a little about yourself.
RO: I'm a New York City police officer, on the job for fifteen years. I come from an Irish Catholic background and recently divorced wife number two. I have five kids between my two marriages.
MC: New York City cop? Hmm, you must have seen it all. Do you have any true stories of guys getting cheated on by their wives?
RO: A million of them. (Laughs)
MC: Tell me one.
RO: Geez. Okay here's an interesting one. This Italian guy out on Long Island, he's a contractor. Built houses back in the real estate boom, made a shitload of money. So this guy is a fucking stud. He's got the money, the physique, all the toys, you know? The boat, the Escalade, the Corvette. His wife was a fucking smoke show. Blonde, stacked, the whole nine. I mean this guy was an alpha male. Friends everywhere, broads loved him, gorgeous wife, right? So this is what happens. Him and the wife, they go down to Jamaica for a week. So she meets some Mandingo warrior on one of those bars they got on the beach, and starts fucking the guy. She doesn't come back to the hotel room for two nights. The contractor guy, he's going berserk. A Jamaican cab driver tells him, your wife is fucking this guy from the beach. Well, finally she makes an appearance at the hotel, and tells her hubby she's not coming back to Long Island because she's addicted to the Mandingo's cock. So he comes home alone, not knowing what to do. About two weeks later the Jamaican is all done with the guy's wife, and sends her packing back to New York. So the contractor takes her back in, but from that point on he's like a fucking shadow of himself. Half a man. He lost his business, went belly up. The two of them are fucking miserable together. And this guy used to be a man's man. Unreal."
