Staring out the window of my truck was the shittiest, saddest looking house I’d ever seen and already I was strongly considering turning around and getting back on the freeway. What a dump I thought, what was Nikki thinking? Before I could go down the familiar rabbit hole of trying to make sense of my wife’s reasoning for doing anything, a bright red Audi convertible pulled up next to my black and tan work truck. Ava, I presumed, waved cheerfully. I forced a smile and waved back. She opened the door, popping out a clear glittering umbrella and I felt an unexpected wave of heat flash through me. It surprised me, definitely catching me off guard. Not that I didn’t ever look at other women or had never been attracted to them before. I was married, not dead, but something about Ava was different. S...

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