Saturday had arrived. My wife Meg and our neighbour Lisa were out for drinks. Our kids were away, and Lisa’s boyfriend Rick and I sat at either end of a long couch, chilling out with a beer and watching the game. The game was close - between my home team...
Things on our street had quietened in the few months since our last fling with our neighbour Rick. Some things remained the same. Our sons were still best friends, and as before, when Rick’s ex-wife took her turn looking after Rick’s son, our son frequent...
My wife Meg was up before me the following day. I climbed out of bed and found her in the kitchen making breakfast. “How are you feeling this morning?” I said as I started making a much-needed coffee. “A bit sore. I think I drank too much. How are you? Af...
It had been about six months since Rick moved in next door with his 8-year-old son. I’m Phil and had been in the neighbourhood for about five years. We’d hit it off well from our first meeting when I pulled up to chat as I finished my run and saw him work...
