As I left the house, Stefan was waiting in the car. He looked sort of normal. Strangely, it was the most normal I have seen him look lately. “I have some whiskey at home. We could maybe watch a movie or something?” he said. I was silent, still in shock from what I witnessed just a few minutes before. Stefan was backing out from our driveway, and I felt panic reaching record levels as the car moved away from the house. The...

"I know the guy. He is a bit rough around the edges, but he is a good man. I have known him for a long time, and he is a great father. Look how great Paul has turned out to be. He is going to be a lady killer himself one day," said Stefan enthusiastically while sitting on the living room couch and drinking his whiskey.  Sandra said nothing. She looked embarrassed. She knew that I was gauging her reaction to what Stefan wa...

The bad dream     It was 2 a.m. I was up after another bad dream. In it, my wife Sandra had sex with her boss. He was fucking her doggy as she was telling him not to be mean to me. It was the third time that week that I had this kind of a dream. The dream in which my wife was fucking or was naked with her boss. In the dream, she was wearing the same clothes that she had on in the anonymous pic that got sent to me. After a...

My irritation grew during the next day when Erik, in two separate instances, came over to me so that we could bond, I assumed. He shared two random stories about his failures, that were supposed to make him seem honest and vulnerable, I suppose. He told me about a guy he knew who stole his girlfriend back in the day. This guy came back in his life again. Apparently, he and the woman had split up a couple years ago. This r...

“He made that bet with you because he knew that he would win. His son was on our team, sabotaging everything he competed in. Always being around you and touching you, and distracting me in the process,” I said.  “He was sixteen years old and sad about the girl that left him. So I comforted him," she said.  “You were hugging him half of the time. And he was feeling you up. That made me jealous and lose focus at the shootin...

After a while, Michael got tired of drawing. He started playing video games instead, and I went back to the living room. There, Diana was sitting with a bottle of wine and two empty glasses.  “How is he?” she asked. “We have to have another talk with the school,” I replied.  “I can do it,” she said.  “I will do it tomorrow when I pick them up. David will probably be there. I spoke to him last time. He needs to hear this,”...

Chapter 1 “Are you completely blind!?” yelled Erik behind the counter.  “Don't you see the guests that have practically sat down? They might want to eat. We are a restaurant and you are being paid to at least pretend to be a waiter. God forbid you actually serve the guests,” he snarled angrily.  This woke me up from my daydream. I looked at him with a surprised look that I assume, somehow made him think that I questioned...