Heather k 's notes on Neighbours Affair

I pour myself another glass, whilst making sure I leave enough in the bottle for my man upstairs. I don't want him to gowithout, and the extra alcohol we both take in will surely only fuel whatever mischief we get up to next.' With my full glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, I prepare to head back to the bed

'I didn't imagine this!' I cry, defending my hearing. 'I heard it clearly. Crystal clear. Tanya was worried, and she was trying to end an affair!' 'Maybe you should see if you can go back to the office. Just one or two days a week would be some-thing. I think it would help. It would certainly reduce the time you spend standing at the window looking out onto the street and conjuring up stories in your head about other people's lives.'must be joking. His response to our neighbour having an affair is for me Conjuring up stories? Spencer must be" joking. His response to our neighbors having an affair is for me

dalliances are quickly shot down to the point where I realise I have to change the subject or Spencer is going to want to eat his takeaway alone when it arrives. We order Chinese and while we wait for it, I give him the other piece of news from my day, which came towards the end of my most recent phone call with my sister. 'We're having a barbecue this weekend,' I tell him. I invited my family over. Is that okay?

her. There will be no opportunity to grab her and kiss her or tell her how wild she drives me, not with Clover and her parents around. The best I'll get to do is look at Lily and admire whatever summer dress she is wearing My affair with my wife's sister began in my imagination well bef it began in real life. I was attract to Lily as soon as I saw her.

unfair because and loves the most do. Sometimes, I think it would be easier and actually better if my wife did sleep with somebody else because that way, I would feel way less guilty about what I'm doing with her sister. It would also give me an exit route Annoyingly for me, the /oman I married is the perfect wife is pure as snow and sin-free as a saint, making me appear to be ever nore of a villain than I really am.

clothes. Plus, noticed you were messaging on your phone during the barbecue on Saturday. So what's going on? Who is he? Are you doing it again?* Mum takes a moment to process all the 'evi-dence' I have just presented her with before she fixes her eyes on mine and doesn't break contact until she has finished talking. 'I am not having an affair, I promise you, she tells me. 'If I was seen with a man in town, it was someone from my yoga class, but I have lots of friends there now. And that's all the exercise I have been getting, exercise that both you and your sister told me to do after my affair because you wanted me to channel my energy in more positive ways. Sorry for shopping, but can't a retired woman treat herself to nice things when she likes? I have worked all my life to be able to afford nice things. And as for messaging during the bar-becue, I'm not going to apologise for having friends to keep in touch with. Nor am I sorry for how I have spent every single day since my affair ended being the best version of myself that I can be and that means I am not being intimate with anybody expect your farther have u got that ???

She thinks she has me there. She thinks that there's no way her man would ever go for someone like me. But that's my problem to deal with, and with the way I'm feeling now, fuelled by a deep-seated desire to make my husband feel as less of a man as possible, l know I'm not going to fail. 'You leave that for me to worry about,' I say calmly. 'All you need to concern yourself with is making sure you and your son are out of the house this evening. Or else your little secret comes out. Got that?' I wait for Tanya to process my demand before she reluctantly nods her head and with that, I saunter away back to my house to get ready because there's a lot to do tonight. I have two men to seduce this evening, though only one of them will actually be in luck. This could be a fortuitous night for Joe. And an extremely bad one for Spencer.

he concedes he's fighting a losing battle and lowers them again. 'It's not?' is all he can say as I shift my weight slightly, feeling empowered, not just by the alcohol I've consumed but the current hold I seem to have over my husband. 'No, I want something else too, I say confi-dently. 'Something that I'm not going to let you leave this house until you have given it me "I want you,' I say, spelling it out for him as the music continues to play in the background, adding to what I hope is the erotic ambience inside this house right now.

"Get on the bed,' I tell him, making the effort to sound as stern as possible, out purely for sexual effect. "Are you sure this is what you want?' Spencer asks me, but I just wait for him to make his move, and he does, getting onto the bed and lying back, his head on the same pillow he used to lay down on every night.

The lack of a reply is doing nothing to make me feel better, and as I reach the top of the stairs, I feel stone-cold sober, as if all the wine in my body has evaporated and I've been dragged out of my blissful state next door and dragged back into the real world at home. oh no something not right, but what!!!

Page 167 | Highlight It's far worse than I could have imagined. Now I know why Spencer cried out for help a few moments ago. It's because somebody was hurting him. But I'm too late to give him that help he so desperately needed. I'm too late because my husband is already dead. Note:oh wow didnt see that coming omg what did Lilly do.