Yes, she makes it in safely

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Small differences can become become big differences.

For example, take this wife. In one world, she grits her teeth, and bolts for the front door, as fast as she can.

In the other, she takes a few seconds first to note that the neighbour seems...

...distracted.

In the first world, she makes it inside safely, and sends a text to her husband, makes sure the house is secure, and waits for him to get home.

In this world, the husband arrives safely, without incident. He edges past his wife's car, opens the garage, and drives in with his work truck. They set up the arrangement so people would stop breaking into his truck, looking for things to steal. The other side of the garage is full of junk that he was going to move on the weekend.

For the past five months.

He makes sure the door is down before he gets out. Even checks both mirrors.

Parking outside could've put her in danger.

His fingers tighten on the wheel.

My laziness could've gotten my wife killed. Or worse.

He gets out, and reaches for the keypad, when the kitchen door slams open, and his wife, his beautiful wife, stands there and smiles, tears running down her face. She's probably been calling their friends and family-

"Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama."

He looks at her. Smiles. Snorts. "Nice to see you too, honey."

She takes one step down into the garage. Her smile wibbles a little. Her arms come up. She leans forward.

Someone yawns.

The couple freezes.

Then, as one, they turn to the bed of the truck,

The woman - woman-thing - who hops off the back of the truck faces away from them, toward the garage door. It stretches its hands above its head, and the tatters of its shirt ride up to reveal it's shapely rear. It shifts its stance slightly as it rubs a hand through its hair, and its yellow work boots scrape on the garage floor. They can just catch a glimpse of its dick.

It's not wearing anything else.

At all.

The husband's eyes go wide. "That's-" He drops his voice to a whisper. "-That's the new kid! He got us coffee just this morning! He keeps taking naps on the job-"

"Baby, come on." His wife pulls on his arm. Toward the kitchen door.

The...thing finishes rubbing sleep out of her eyes, looks around, smiles, slips off the truck-

"Go, go!" the husband shouts, and shoves his wife toward the door.

The creature lunges for them. The scraps of shirt catch on the truck. Specifically, on a broken compartment door the husband had been planning to fix.

She didn't leave him much time to think his procrastination might've been a good thing, for once. As the wife vanishes through the kitchen door, the futa rips itself free with main strength, leaps forward, and grabs the husband.

Somewhere in their dance she spins him around for kiss. He lunges back. Their legs tangle, and then he falls, with the new kid on top.

Right until his head meets the top step. Hard.

Ow.

By the time most of the stars are gone, the creature has his pants open. She yanks his boxers down, ignores his feeble, concussed shoves, and wraps her lips around the head.

"Hey!" someone shouts.

The stranger looks up.

Just in time to take a fire extinguisher to the face.

The husband watches her fall back, and thinks That's nice. And Is there something I should be doing?

Something tugs at his shirt. Pulling him backward.

"Come on, baby-"

Right.

He crawls backward up the steps, past his wife, to his completely normal kitchen, with his completely normal pantry, and its completely normal open cupboard under the sink with an empty spot where the fire extinguisher should be.

As soon as his feet are clear, she slams the door shut, and makes sure it's locked. The extinguisher hits the tile, bounces, and falls over, and the husband just can't bring himself to care about the potential cracks. He just lies on the cool floor, and watches his wife lean against the wall next to the keypad, and start to cry.

He's seen it before. Some accident - or near-accident - at work. When the adrenaline wears off and the shock kicks in, then the real fun started. If they were lucky, they hadn't had lunch yet-

He reaches back, touches the back of his head. Winces, as is the ancient way. And the wife notices. A second later, she has her arms around him, and her head on her shoulder.

"A-are you okay?"

"Honey?"

"I was so scared!"

"Honey.?"

"That thing just came at you, and-"

"Honey!"

"Right, right, your head. I'll get the first aid ki-"

"Thanks, honey. But-" He points to his dick. And, more precisely, to the cut the thing's long nails left in it. And the saliva surrounding it.

Her eyes go wide. "Oh no."