(1) Locked Out

Story is set during the mission "marriage counselling"

Some details will be different from the game and dialogue will be skipped over for the sake of the story

It was another sunny afternoon in Los Santos and Amanda had just finished a brisk session of tennis with her instructor. Michael was out doing God knows what so she had the house to herself. She decided that she needed to "relax" after all the exercise so she led her instructor up to her bedroom.

Once upstairs they both stripped off, with Amanda getting completely naked and her instructor choosing to continue wearing his socks and briefs which were leopard print for some reason. She was just about to make a move on him when she suddenly heard Michael's voice coming from downstairs.

"AMANDA"

His voice was getting closer, thinking quickly she wrapped a towel around herself and left the room closing the door behind her. Her husband was almost there.

"You better not be, not in my house"

"Fuck you Michael, go away" she squealed.

Her words having little effect Michael pushes past her and into the room. Her now very scared tennis instructor tried to plead with Michael before giving up and running for it crashing right through the glass door to the balcony and half jumping half falling over the ledge to get away. Wasting no time Michael ran downstairs with Amanda trailing behind him. As they came to the front door an unknown man (one of Michael's friends Amanda supposed) was walking in and asked what was going on.

"She fucked a prick in my bed" snapped Michael angrily.

"It wasn't like that" Amanda pleaded but her husband was not going to listen.

"Just don't kill him" she yelled as the two men drove after her instructor.

She would soon learn that was the least of her problems however as the door to their house had now closed behind her. As she went to go back inside the door wouldn't budge, she tried a few more times with no luck. She was now trapped outside in nothing but a towel...