Approach

You cease your pondering abruptly. Anger gives rise to a new voice, a voice of reason. ‘Fuck that, these guys are whoring your wife out.’ You couldn’t deny it either. It was plainly obvious that what was happening upstairs was a clear step beyond your boundaries. Even if Michelle enjoyed this, you knew that the boys upstairs were taking advantage of her addiction and the only preventative **** available was you.

Having disregarded any rationalisation or justification, your ferocity surges as you attack each upwards step along the climb towards Michelle. The beast inside you doesn’t falter, that is until it reaches the closed bedroom door. ‘This was it. No going back.’ This fact, this implicit truth resonated inside you as you stood still, stewing in your rage. Whatever happened after the bedroom door opened, whatever sight awaited you across this gateway, this marked the final threshold to your new relationship with Michelle. Your input in it’s nature would be sealed as soon as you breached the doorway. You steel your mind, and twist the doorknob open.