"Jennifer, I'm home," said Daniel from the backdoor in the kitchen. "Jennifer?"

Daniel walked through the kitchen to look in the living room. Normally, every time he comes home, she'd always there to greet him with a kiss and a hug. Maybe she's not home.

"Jen? Hello? I'm home. Where are you?" He leaned over the banister for his voice to carry. "Are you upstairs having sex with the neighbors again," he said laughing while knowing she'd never cheat on him with any man especially not with their neighbors. Besides, most of his neighbors were fat, old men who ogled and, no doubt, sexually lusted over his wife.

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