Succ
You have just sent your kids off to school and the baby is sleeping. You sit at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in both hands thinking to yourself, why did I have 7 kids with a man who is never around? You wonder if he is having fun driving a truck full of chickens across the country. You imagine that it must be more fun than sitting here by yourself with nothing to do but clean or watch TV. You sip at your tea and contemplate your smartphone.
You don't really have any other friends aside from other soccer moms and the ladies from your church, most of whom are the same people and dreadfully boring at that. You think for the hundredth time how easy it would be to have an affair. You feel a tinge of guilt, but also excitement at the thought. You recently downloaded the Tinder app onto your phone, though you haven't used it yet. You also have a new friend on Facebook. A handsome, younger man who looks to be into the goth scene by his clothes. Wouldn't that just upset the ladies at church? Dressing and acting like the devil is considered one of the worst things you can do. You secretly wonder if he's a satanist, though you doubt it.
Your eye catches your favorite cleaner sitting on the other end of the table. The Fabuloso calls to you. You like to huff it now and then. It's strange, and probably just the smell, but it gets you that high that gets you through your boring days day after day.
You don't really have any other friends aside from other soccer moms and the ladies from your church, most of whom are the same people and dreadfully boring at that. You think for the hundredth time how easy it would be to have an affair. You feel a tinge of guilt, but also excitement at the thought. You recently downloaded the Tinder app onto your phone, though you haven't used it yet. You also have a new friend on Facebook. A handsome, younger man who looks to be into the goth scene by his clothes. Wouldn't that just upset the ladies at church? Dressing and acting like the devil is considered one of the worst things you can do. You secretly wonder if he's a satanist, though you doubt it.
Your eye catches your favorite cleaner sitting on the other end of the table. The Fabuloso calls to you. You like to huff it now and then. It's strange, and probably just the smell, but it gets you that high that gets you through your boring days day after day.