I already had a jug of iced tea in the fridge and saw an opportunity to try and invite her over. One night she even knocked at my door quite late on, apparently her husband had sex with her but left her frustrated and was now “sleeping like a baby” in her words. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message back from him. She was my ticket to a supply of Paul’s top-secret drugs. All seemed fine when she finally returned, life was hopefully going to get back to normal; She didn’t look any worse for all the fucking she’d no doubt received. During the time we were there, she would forget that she is my wife and believe that she was in fact Paul’s wife, spending her nights with him. Marie was busy searching for something further down the aisle when Jacy came up, grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear “I miss you” before drifting away, looking back with a coy, girlie expression, trying her best to avoid arousing Marie’s suspicions. Frank, I had learned was some 10 years older than her on his second marriage. There was one particular neighbor, who lived across the road, a couple of houses down from mine. I climbed up the bed, lifting her ankles over my shoulders and plunged
