My Neighbour's Wife: Text, Tryst, and Trouble
y next day was my day off from work, by Cynthia's moonlit grace, I couldn't pass up this invitation. I was before my
ns to peep at the neighbourhood like a curtain twitcher on a furtive nighttime hunt. It was still rainin
a black raincoat which was quite concealing, but even
spark born from a diamond's sigh, was before me. Despite the baggy trouser and large shirt she wore, it did little to conceal th
e said and cl
lock as I stepped out of
didn't cat
I love this wea
all smile. "Hope you're g
"Yeah. How
Still cold,
ng attached from her fin
he living room, and a melodic music played in the background, creating an atmosphere of ti
ng. "I just had dinner rea
d her. "A
ther, and we made
ith a small smile. "So," she began, and t
implication hang in the air. "The one where we...
htly widened. "It wa
d. "Interesting is t
as unquiet
shy to say it mad
le still wearing her smile. "If you
k they figured anyone wou
that they we
with hers. "Can
rtain degre
ement. "Meaning there a
mply s
what I'm thinki
t psych
Cynthia asked, "Should we
ss," I
of storm are yo
ear, and wondered if we were still talking about the weather. "T
s pupils
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