that, he needed sex. Gloria denied the simple request, quoting a sermon that Jacob had given about modern sexuality and the abhorrent practice of birth control.
“It’s just not right,” Gloria said to her husband. “And the Bible supports my choice. If you want a family of God, you follow God’s word. And that’s that.”
But Chris’s mind was too much like that of a satyr to accept Gloria’s response as a final solution. He was marginally satisfied by the stability of a faithful wife, the kids, the nine to five job. But he couldn’t live without sex. It took a few months for Chris to simmer and stew before he set foot on the path of infidelity, but when he did decide to stray the choice was clear. He would ravage Jacob’s wife. Her name was Savannah.
Savannah was a stunning country beauty. She stood with perfect posture at five foot nine inches. Her breasts always swelled. Her chocolate brown hair was normally tucked back in a bun, which gave her this aura of authority that most men naturally submitted to. She was smart, in the real sense of the word. She never went to college but growing up on the family pig farm made her strong headed, mouthy, and tough. She could hold her own with any hog farmer. And even though Savannah was a farm girl first and foremost, her mother trained her daughter to be a lady second. Savannah was fond of simple, classic, attractive Midwestern fashion. Her look was always country and clean. And undeniably sexy.
Chris had been screwing Savannah for a year. He was screwing Savannah so good that she had become pregnant. She was a month along, and they didn’t know if it was going to be a boy or a girl yet. Savannah decided to be surprised.
“Savannah, can you be a doll and grab my snack bag?” Jacob said.
The wife batted her eyes. “Of course my love,” she said. “And I must say, the way you get these kids singing is so beautiful. It just melts my heart.”
Jacob leaned in and kissed Savannah’s forehead. She cooed.
Gloria paused her crochet and observed the couple’s interaction from the other side of the aisle. Envy stirred in her chest. She wished so bad that Chris would exchange sweet little niceties with her the way Jacob did with Savannah.
“Attention campers!” Jacob said. “It’s our first official snack time. Reach into your packs and grab something sweet, something salty, or a little bit of both.”
The bus full of campers happily dug into their chocolate chip cookies, potato chips, cheesy crackers, and juice boxes. Jacob and Savannah had one boy on the bus. They had named him Richard after Jacob’s grandfather. He was seven years old, and this was his first trip to camp. Richard stood up from his seat at the back end of the bus and walked up the center aisle. He tapped his mother on the shoulder.
“All I’ve got is carrots mama,” the boy said.
Savannah brushed her fingers through the boy’s hair. “I know sweetie,” she said. “They’re healthy. You want to do well at camp, don’t you?”
“I do mama,” Richie said.
“You want to be the best, don’t you? The strongest, fastest camper there?”
“I do mama.”
Savannah smiled warmly. “Carrots are a superfood. Only super heroes can eat superfood. So go back there and munch on those carrots. And when you’re the best camper at camp, you’ll know exactly what got you there.”
Little Richie silently accepted his mother’s explanation. He turned around and ran back down the center aisle, whooshing his arms as if he was Superman flying through the clouds.
“He’s a heck of a nice boy,” Gloria said to Savannah. “You and Jacob really did a great job.”
Savannah blushed and put on a demure face. “Richard’s a work in progress,” she said. “You should have seen him at age three. An absolute demon child.”
Gloria looked shocked, but she was obviously humored. “Jennifer was exactly the same when she was that age. My Lord she wouldn’t listen. And that attitude. You know
“It’s just not right,” Gloria said to her husband. “And the Bible supports my choice. If you want a family of God, you follow God’s word. And that’s that.”
But Chris’s mind was too much like that of a satyr to accept Gloria’s response as a final solution. He was marginally satisfied by the stability of a faithful wife, the kids, the nine to five job. But he couldn’t live without sex. It took a few months for Chris to simmer and stew before he set foot on the path of infidelity, but when he did decide to stray the choice was clear. He would ravage Jacob’s wife. Her name was Savannah.
Savannah was a stunning country beauty. She stood with perfect posture at five foot nine inches. Her breasts always swelled. Her chocolate brown hair was normally tucked back in a bun, which gave her this aura of authority that most men naturally submitted to. She was smart, in the real sense of the word. She never went to college but growing up on the family pig farm made her strong headed, mouthy, and tough. She could hold her own with any hog farmer. And even though Savannah was a farm girl first and foremost, her mother trained her daughter to be a lady second. Savannah was fond of simple, classic, attractive Midwestern fashion. Her look was always country and clean. And undeniably sexy.
Chris had been screwing Savannah for a year. He was screwing Savannah so good that she had become pregnant. She was a month along, and they didn’t know if it was going to be a boy or a girl yet. Savannah decided to be surprised.
“Savannah, can you be a doll and grab my snack bag?” Jacob said.
The wife batted her eyes. “Of course my love,” she said. “And I must say, the way you get these kids singing is so beautiful. It just melts my heart.”
Jacob leaned in and kissed Savannah’s forehead. She cooed.
Gloria paused her crochet and observed the couple’s interaction from the other side of the aisle. Envy stirred in her chest. She wished so bad that Chris would exchange sweet little niceties with her the way Jacob did with Savannah.
“Attention campers!” Jacob said. “It’s our first official snack time. Reach into your packs and grab something sweet, something salty, or a little bit of both.”
The bus full of campers happily dug into their chocolate chip cookies, potato chips, cheesy crackers, and juice boxes. Jacob and Savannah had one boy on the bus. They had named him Richard after Jacob’s grandfather. He was seven years old, and this was his first trip to camp. Richard stood up from his seat at the back end of the bus and walked up the center aisle. He tapped his mother on the shoulder.
“All I’ve got is carrots mama,” the boy said.
Savannah brushed her fingers through the boy’s hair. “I know sweetie,” she said. “They’re healthy. You want to do well at camp, don’t you?”
“I do mama,” Richie said.
“You want to be the best, don’t you? The strongest, fastest camper there?”
“I do mama.”
Savannah smiled warmly. “Carrots are a superfood. Only super heroes can eat superfood. So go back there and munch on those carrots. And when you’re the best camper at camp, you’ll know exactly what got you there.”
Little Richie silently accepted his mother’s explanation. He turned around and ran back down the center aisle, whooshing his arms as if he was Superman flying through the clouds.
“He’s a heck of a nice boy,” Gloria said to Savannah. “You and Jacob really did a great job.”
Savannah blushed and put on a demure face. “Richard’s a work in progress,” she said. “You should have seen him at age three. An absolute demon child.”
Gloria looked shocked, but she was obviously humored. “Jennifer was exactly the same when she was that age. My Lord she wouldn’t listen. And that attitude. You know
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