IvoryValentine
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It had been a long day. Steven had been away on business for 2 weeks now and last time they spoke, he said it was going to take longer than he had been originally told, so maybe another 2 weeks. The water heater had blown up in the basement and the plumber had charged Molly more that she thought was fair. She got a flat on the way home from the grocery store and by the time she wrestled the old one off and put on the spare, her ice cream had melted. As she pulled away, Molly realized she'd left her phone on the ground, only to find she'd run over it. Just about in tears she had stood at the cell counter where she'd bought it only a week before only to be told she'd have to buy a new one because she still had 3 years on her contract. They couldn't save her memory card or her sim card so she lost all her photo's and contacts.
All the while she had been texting her husband.... or at least till she ran over her phone. He told her that the plumber had charged her more because she was a woman, and that she must have gotten the flat on purpose so that someone would have to stop and help her like some floozy from Southie. He knew it upset her to mention where she'd grown up like it was something beneath him.
By the time Molly stumbled through her door, she felt physically and emotionally drained. A hot bath and a gin and tonic later, Molly sat on the love seat in the living room of their 2 story house in the suburb of Newton, outside Boston. The house and yard were perfect, clean, well manicured and updated. She looked down at her manicured nails and her reflection in her martini glass. Her ginger locks fell about her shoulders framing her face. Even though she was alone, her make up was perfect too. But no matter what she did, her eyes always looked dull and sad. with a heavy sigh, Molly backed down her drink then stood to pour another.
Her new cell sat on the coffee table next to her coaster. She knew she should text Steven again. The marriage councilor had said they both needed to make an effort to keep communication but it hurt that he never texted or called her. That she was the one who had to reach out first. Why couldn't he text right now and see if she was alright? Couldn't he call just to say goodnight when he got back to the hotel?
After another gin and tonic, Molly picked up the cell and punched in his number into the contacts. If she had paid a little more attention, might have seen that the last number she entered was a 1 and not a 4. She slipped off the couch and walked barefoot across the living room to their over sized wedding portrait above the fire place and took a picture of Steven's smug face. With all this entered she flopped down on the couch and drew her feet up beside her. After one more sip of her drink, she looked down at the tight black silk nighty peeking out from under her short, sage green silk robe. Maybe if she sent Steven a sexy text he might give her a little positive attention. Though he did often say she could loose a little chunk from her hips, Molly was a perfect hourglass, with soft round, D breasts.
One more sip and Molly brought up Steven in her address book and texted, "I'm sitting here all alone and wish you were here. I'm wearing that tight little back nighty you like so much. You know, the one that's so low in the back that it barely covers my round ass." and she pressed send.
All the while she had been texting her husband.... or at least till she ran over her phone. He told her that the plumber had charged her more because she was a woman, and that she must have gotten the flat on purpose so that someone would have to stop and help her like some floozy from Southie. He knew it upset her to mention where she'd grown up like it was something beneath him.
By the time Molly stumbled through her door, she felt physically and emotionally drained. A hot bath and a gin and tonic later, Molly sat on the love seat in the living room of their 2 story house in the suburb of Newton, outside Boston. The house and yard were perfect, clean, well manicured and updated. She looked down at her manicured nails and her reflection in her martini glass. Her ginger locks fell about her shoulders framing her face. Even though she was alone, her make up was perfect too. But no matter what she did, her eyes always looked dull and sad. with a heavy sigh, Molly backed down her drink then stood to pour another.
Her new cell sat on the coffee table next to her coaster. She knew she should text Steven again. The marriage councilor had said they both needed to make an effort to keep communication but it hurt that he never texted or called her. That she was the one who had to reach out first. Why couldn't he text right now and see if she was alright? Couldn't he call just to say goodnight when he got back to the hotel?
After another gin and tonic, Molly picked up the cell and punched in his number into the contacts. If she had paid a little more attention, might have seen that the last number she entered was a 1 and not a 4. She slipped off the couch and walked barefoot across the living room to their over sized wedding portrait above the fire place and took a picture of Steven's smug face. With all this entered she flopped down on the couch and drew her feet up beside her. After one more sip of her drink, she looked down at the tight black silk nighty peeking out from under her short, sage green silk robe. Maybe if she sent Steven a sexy text he might give her a little positive attention. Though he did often say she could loose a little chunk from her hips, Molly was a perfect hourglass, with soft round, D breasts.
One more sip and Molly brought up Steven in her address book and texted, "I'm sitting here all alone and wish you were here. I'm wearing that tight little back nighty you like so much. You know, the one that's so low in the back that it barely covers my round ass." and she pressed send.