"What is taking him so long?" Evelyn thought to herself. "He should've been here by now." It had been nearly two hours of not-so-patiently waiting since Evelyn had called her daughter, Skye, to ask her if her husband, Ethan, might have some time today to pop over and help her out with some minor repairs around the house. Evelyn was now in the third month of her affair with her son-in-law, though it felt much shorter. And...

It was mid-morning on a Tuesday. Ethan pulled into the driveway where Carl's truck had been parked just forty minutes earlier. He got out and began his accustomed walk to the front door. "It's chilly today, even for this time of year," he thought to himself. Ethan's affair with his mother-in-law had now been going on for half a year, but their passion had not abated in the slightest. She consumed his thoughts day and nigh...

It had begun to rain lightly. The sound of the raindrops tapping on the window had become white noise. Evelyn and Ethan had just awoken from a brief nap and were now lying on their sides facing each other. They were taking turns making funny faces, trying to be the first to make the other laugh. Evelyn had almost cracked up once, but her resolve had held. For Ethan, it had been three times. In the end, they called it a dr...