Joey was a lucky man.
He had a beautiful wife, two beautiful children who were both the wondrous fruits from a previous marriage. Finally, to complete this perfect picture, they had a beautiful little place right in the centre of the city not too far from where Joey worked.
It was undeniably true that Joey was not the biological parent to either young Marrian or little Adrin, as both children possessed a beautiful head of blonde hair neither he or his wife Fran had.
When Joey had first met them and their Mother, they were young, and therefore were quick to label this new face as their Daddy. If anything, Joey pushed away the ill memories of the tragic death of their true Father, who was gunned down in front of them while protecting a defenceless woman from a gang of thugs three years ago.
While he supposedly barely knew their true Father, there was always something in his eye each time he found Fran - his dear wife - crying in the bathroom. Be it a tear of sympathy, jealously or something entirely different, Joey kept it well hidden from the woman and children he loved with every single fraction of his being.
Today, was like any other day for Joey. He went through the same old morning ritual of a shower and shave, though this time, he woke up earlier than expected, all because of an unsettling nightmare that left him in a cold sweat. During this time of fear and uncertainty as he laid there in bed, a need of sexual comfort built up inside of him, and so, he made love to his wife to rid himself of the terrible, sickly sweet sensation at the back of his throat.
Joey passionately woke Fran up from her slumber with a set of showering kisses to the side of her neck. A gesture he knew she could not resist, despite even if she were half awake during the whole process. Fran, you see, was always a heavy sleeper. Sometimes she could barely remember such early morning sexual activities. Lucky for her, such times never left her pregnant, for you see, Joey was forever cautious not to plant his seed.
After his departure, Fran got to work for the long day ahead.
Being a house wife and suffering from depression, she has become unable to step outside for quite some time. So, instead of working to support her family, she cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. Once the children were in school and out of her way, of course.
When she completed with her never ending task, Fran settled herself back into bed for a quick nap until later in the afternoon, when her children came back from school.
She greets them with the usual fake smile, asks both how their day at school was, and what they learnt today, seemingly taking an avid interest in their everyday lives. She cooks them food, helps them with their homework, and prepares a separate meal for both herself and her darling husband from when he came back home from work.
Unfortunately for Fran and the children, their day would not turn out so well, after all.
He had a beautiful wife, two beautiful children who were both the wondrous fruits from a previous marriage. Finally, to complete this perfect picture, they had a beautiful little place right in the centre of the city not too far from where Joey worked.
It was undeniably true that Joey was not the biological parent to either young Marrian or little Adrin, as both children possessed a beautiful head of blonde hair neither he or his wife Fran had.
When Joey had first met them and their Mother, they were young, and therefore were quick to label this new face as their Daddy. If anything, Joey pushed away the ill memories of the tragic death of their true Father, who was gunned down in front of them while protecting a defenceless woman from a gang of thugs three years ago.
While he supposedly barely knew their true Father, there was always something in his eye each time he found Fran - his dear wife - crying in the bathroom. Be it a tear of sympathy, jealously or something entirely different, Joey kept it well hidden from the woman and children he loved with every single fraction of his being.
Today, was like any other day for Joey. He went through the same old morning ritual of a shower and shave, though this time, he woke up earlier than expected, all because of an unsettling nightmare that left him in a cold sweat. During this time of fear and uncertainty as he laid there in bed, a need of sexual comfort built up inside of him, and so, he made love to his wife to rid himself of the terrible, sickly sweet sensation at the back of his throat.
Joey passionately woke Fran up from her slumber with a set of showering kisses to the side of her neck. A gesture he knew she could not resist, despite even if she were half awake during the whole process. Fran, you see, was always a heavy sleeper. Sometimes she could barely remember such early morning sexual activities. Lucky for her, such times never left her pregnant, for you see, Joey was forever cautious not to plant his seed.
After his departure, Fran got to work for the long day ahead.
Being a house wife and suffering from depression, she has become unable to step outside for quite some time. So, instead of working to support her family, she cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. Once the children were in school and out of her way, of course.
When she completed with her never ending task, Fran settled herself back into bed for a quick nap until later in the afternoon, when her children came back from school.
She greets them with the usual fake smile, asks both how their day at school was, and what they learnt today, seemingly taking an avid interest in their everyday lives. She cooks them food, helps them with their homework, and prepares a separate meal for both herself and her darling husband from when he came back home from work.
Unfortunately for Fran and the children, their day would not turn out so well, after all.