“For all we know, no-one lives here. There was no contact or reference on the advert,” Rob replied putting her at ease. “Besides, we will just t...ake a quick look around and then head for home.” The leaves and stone of the driveway crackled under the pick-up’s tyres as they drove up to the front of the house. Rob stopped the vehicle pulled up the park break and sighed as he took in the beauty of the house. “Is it real?” asked Bernice. Rob kissed Bernice tenderly and replied, “Isn’t this our. Well I work out of town alot for my job and I gave my wife all rights to cheat only if its a woman. Her pictures are in my profile if you like to see all her sexiness. Ok now with the story her and her friend work out together every morning.my wife would go to Jen house to workout.well they always work out in Jen master bedroom .they got through with there work out and Jen says I got to jump in the shower so make yourself at home.well the master bathroom was wide open with the bedroom.while Jen. ’ ‘How’d you find out about it anyway?’ ‘My family used to go apple picking every year until my dad died, you know.’ I nod, remembering the first time we met. Second year of college, and we both got into the elite Ann Arbour, Michigan Writers Collective. Two hours into a conversation about finding our elusive muses and the searing pain that is writers’ block, she got a call. Her father had a stroke while driving and crashed into a tree. I could still remember the fear on her face, the tears. “Please…don’t…”She squeezed and I let out a moan. Desperation, so scared. I slowly looked up into her face, those liquid eyes, soft, long blonde hair…I shuddered and licked my lips.She said my name softly, “Suzy…”Trembling at her voice I whimpered, “No..please..let me go…”Her hand left my breast and rested on the back of my neck, making my tiny fists clench in their cuffs as she said, “I don’t want to…”Begging quietly, “I can’t do this, please…please stop….”She slipped her arm around my waist.