1 Work, work , work

As we both(my hubs and I) decide to spend some romantic time together , he gets a call from his manager.

"I gotta go hun!", he said hurriedly.

"Now? At this time of the day? Are you going to be paid extra for this? I don't want you reeling yours hours away just for nothing!" , I was horny and my heart wasn't ready to let him go.

"I'll be back soon! Its the manager , he shifted uptown recently and wants some help with moving.."

"Soo.. you are not his PA!", I said in an angry demeanor.

"I'm just trying to impress him so he can suggest my name for a raise!"

"Well, okay..this time I'm letting you be but I don't want you working like a maid just for a raise!", I replied in a calm but agitated voice.

"Love you hun! Keep on the horn for me!",he kissed me on my forehead.

I hadn't told my hubs about the identity of his manager. I found it was to our best interests to not bring up my past.

Maybe he is changed now. He must know I'm married and happy.

Again my mind wandered off into my hazy past.

I was 18 years old, incarcerated and I remeber him sending me these weird love notes of how he had been attending the same high-school as I did and how much he loved me. He was 2 years older than me , he had sent his photograph to me once and had written about himself, 6'5" blond hair mixed race and he looked handsome as far as I remember.

I was young and impressionable, what do you expect me to be at 17 years old. I saw him as a pen pal basically, during those days my life was falling apart I had no time for any kind of romance. But he felt otherwise.

After sharing a few friendly notes over the next few months things to a creepy turn. He became persistantly trying to call me on the jail cell or come for visits and ask in his letter if we could get some alone time together. I felt odd , I would tell him that my crime was severe enough to not allow me to see others yet he insisted that I should ask the authorities. I kept on giving the same reason as I never wanted to see him in person.

Things took a vile turn when he sent me an NSFW photograph in the prison.

Oh dear lord! I stopped talking to him,it was enough already.

Back to present times, my hubs had been away for 5 hours now and his phone went into a voicemail. I was tensed but everything became normal when I saw him approaching in a car.

He came in running upto our little home.

"Hun, get dressed quickly we are going to his fancy dinner!", he said in an overjoyed tune.

"How come? We are on a tighr budget!"

"Silly you! My manager is taking us out as a thank you present for helping him move!"

"Well, you can go if you want to! But I ain't interested today!" , even if I was the thought of going out with that creep was terrifying.

"C'mon please! Please please!" , he made his puppy dog face the one which I could never say no to.

"Fine then, invite your manager in and I'll get dressed as soon as possible!"

What if he had changed into a good man?

And wanted to mend things with us?