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A guy like Corbin… I really never thought he’d get out of prison.

I find myself standing at the door, blinking. Frozen solid. Unable to comprehend this.

It’s just a regular Sunday.

Chad is playing pickleball. He’s going to come home and drink an ice-cold light beer from a sweaty bottle and tell me about his playing. I’m going to pretend to listen just like I pretend to orgasm when he fingers me in the shower.

He’s going to ask me what’s for dinner and playfully command me to make dinner because I’m the woman and he’s the man. He’ll smack my ass, but not hard enough.

We’ll make dinner together.

We’ll sit on the couch, eat and watch something. Probably a rerun of an old show.

Nothing new. Nothing exciting.

That’s what this life is supposed to be.

The same oldbut that meant comfort. Security.

It also meant…

“Fuck,” I whisper.

I finally come to my senses, step back and shut the door.

I look down at my phone.

Panic hits me and I quickly save Corbin’s name asDentist.

Then I delete the text message.

I glance around the foyer. The walls are painted a color I picked out. The chandelier is one I picked out. Most everything in this house I picked out. Chad wanted me to. That was his promise to me. To buy me this big house and let me do what I wanted with it.

That’s what I wanted. Right?

That’s what all women wanted… right?

The good guy with a stable career. To buy you a house and spoil you and put a diamond ring on your finger.

Hey, if he’s not the greatest in bed, there are toys for that.

This is a good life!

Corbin…

My pussy aches. My pussy throbs. My pussy clenches.

I can feel my pussyliterallydripping. My panties are soaked. My inner thighs are damp and uncomfortable.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

The camera.

The camera at the front door!

Panic hits me again.

We live in such a safe neighborhood yet everyone has cameras.