Jackson didn't like that smile at all.He struggled in another ineffectual attempt to burst out of the bubble. It drifted slowly across the bedroom, ab...ut five or six feet off the ground. Bab stood up and walked over to meet the bubble in the centre of the room. Still smiling that impish smile, she held up a single pointed fingernail and let the bubble drift into it.The bubble popped.Jackson somersaulted out of the popped bubble as if flung by catapult. The world shifted again, only this time it. . long car ride back and forth from work.You were also way too busy running maintenance on the "ancient" cabin, so much so that your sex life suffered and this week you and your wife had not had barely any intimacy which explained her rare bitchy demeanor going full time.Life wasn't so bad back then... Its only recently the real trouble began. You think it all started on wednesday when your wife "accidentally" woke you up as she was going to work...As your eyes switch between forcing themselves. Rhonda gave us each a kiss as she marched down the drive to start her Saturday collections. The stretch of Cedar Road between my house and Highway 20 had been transferred over to the rural delivery guy when I gave the route to Rhonda. She'd added a few houses toward the church on Geofferson. It was all a function of where there was a carrier. I shivered as Whitney and I started our stretches. She kept calling out moves that we did in what seemed like a random order until I was fully warmed up.. She stood in front of the mirror, drying her hair and looking at her reflection. Her nipples were constantly sore now, but she endured the pain. Her once bright eyes were now sullen-looking with darkening circles.“You fucking bitch, I hate you!” She yelled to her reflection, and smeared her hand across her image. She put on her low-cut top and nonexistent skirt. Her mind seemed almost empty as she refastened the collar around her neck and wrists. She told Tanya and Thor she’d return in a while.