And that was the beginning of the rest of the story. We turned that Friday into an almost weekly Friday night ritual whenever we could, when Lisa wasn’t there. I found myself wishing the week to go by faster, just for that single moment with her, the sound of her coming, the feel of her hand on me, even if it was just through our clothing.

That was the beginning. That simple mistake, that subsequent simple touch, began my descent into darkness. I found myself staring at little Sarah more often, her still-flat chest, her round little butt, her perfect cupid-bow little pink lips that she smacked together after our meals together.

It all began by a complete accident, one day several years ago. A simple slip of the memory that led to the best years of my life – forgetting to lock the door, just once.



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