Carrie Explores

At 7 a.m., Carrie gingerly opened her eyes. She was still tucked in against John, both of them naked. She breathed in his musk. God, he was perfect. She'd wasted so much time on weak soy boys with oversized clits. She gently disentangled from him, first going to the restroom to freshen up. She saw a box of Magnum XL condoms on the vanity. At least he used protection with the skanks. Those days were done on her watch.

She quietly moved downstairs. The house was nice and roomy - 5 beds, 4 baths. But the decor was dated, and the place needed renovating and a woman's touch. There was a pool and hot tub outside. She was going to enjoy that.

There were family photos downstairs. Photos of Chad, the 18 year old football star tight end in Florida. Photos of Sam, the 6'1 leggy volleyball star living in California. Pictures of John and Carrie's predecessor. But not a single photo of you. Carrie frowned. What is this family hiding?