“You're currently runner up as far as pathetic goes. At least my boyfriend has moral standards unlike the whore you’re fucking!”“Are you talki...g about Sarah?” He asks giving me a moment of his full attention. I widen my eyes then narrow them and bite down on my jaw.“Fuck you.” I say bitterly.“We did that already.” He says giving his attention back to the TV.“What the HELL is your problem?!” I ask stepping in front of his view. “Are you trying to say that I am morally wrong from him?” I say and. It was 3:30 pm, and hubby wouldn’t be home for another two hours. She would get everything ready, and then wouldn’t open that back door until necessary.Even inside, she was sweating in a tank top and the hot pink lace bikini briefs that hubby loves. She clicked on Spotify, and as Jason Mraz sang through the airwaves, she started cutting up zucchini.She was in her own world singing along when suddenly, a calloused hand came around her neck, squeezed tightly, and dry lips crashed on the back of. I hit the horn and she saw me and cametrotting, ducking against the blustery rain. "Hi!" she said as she slid into the warm car."It?s freezing out! Why did you want me to wear my outfit anyhow?" "Just humor me, Natalie. How are you?" "Fine. Great. What did you want to see me about? What'sso important?" I put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic. We werein an area that was part industrial, part commercial, with motels dotting the mainstreet. I swing down a side street. "Natalie, you. I did not mind this at all which scared me a little more as to what was to come later. When we were all satisfied that the dare was completed. I asked Satin, “Truth or dare?” I was pretty disappointed to hear truth. “How many times have you gone home with someone that has never done this before?” “Three,” she was quick to respond. “I’ve had two relationships that ended up with him going back straight and this one. I hope this one doesn’t end up that way.” I didn’t know we were in a relationship.