If you had stopped yelling at me for a minute, I could have explained to you that the single black sock for men, two sizes to big to be yours and of course to big for me, that you found in the laundry, belongs to my dad. You know my dog steals socks. After I returned from my last visit, I found it in his transport cage and washed it to return it tomorrow. But since you said you were suspecting me of cheating and told me you had "also" slept with other women, I guess I won't tell you anymore. But I'd like my fathers sock back, you cheating son of a b*tch.