Too late, he's at the door.

You turn from your reflection in the window to see Mr. Cartwright at the door, giving you a quizzical look.

"Oh," you declare in surprise before straightening up your dress self consciously. "Mr. Cartwright, I wanted to talk to you about something."

The man gives you a disarming smile, bemused by your unpreparedness. He leans on the door frame and folds his arms together casually.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, neighbor?" he asks.

"Well, I... I" you stutter as your mind suddenly races. Do I just kiss him? His lips look so soft. But that might be too forward. He'll turn me away if I act too ****... I should just explain the situation... "Uh.. actually could we talk about this inside?"

"Of course, come in!" Mr. Cartwright says and cordially holds the door for you.

You walk into the house which is built a lot like yours, only furnished differently. The hallway is decorated with colorful pieces of what you assume to be African art. On one wall is a wooden mask, lacquered with a dark finish with painted red and yellow highlights to the facial features. Below are a collection of running shoes. The homeowner leads you to the living room with leather seating and a varnished wood coffee table. A wooden sculpture of a tall slender, naked Nubian figure sits on the mantle of the fireplace. You walk up to admire it.

"That's a gift from my mom, it's supposed to attract me a wife according to her," Mr. Cartwright laughs. You laugh as well, thinking would you settle for a quick lay instead? Of course, you wouldn't dare say something as bold out loud. "So, what did you want to talk about? Can I get you some tea?"

"Oh. No, thank you, Mr. Cartwright..."

"Please, call me Devon."

"Ah, Devon... you see..." you start. You decide now is the best time to be completely open about your intentions. Taking a deep breath, you just let your mouth run out the things your husband had made you suffer for all these years and your heart begins to beat heavily at putting yourself on the line like this. "I've been having some trouble with my husband... for a while now..."

Devon nods silently and lets you continue. He knows this. The whole neighborhood knows this. You feel your heart rate pick up.

"And... well, I found this video of my husband and... my neighbor!"

Devon remained calm and patient while you unload baggage.

"He was watching this video in his study... didn't even bother to hide it from me!" you say with more and more anger in your voice. "He doesn't think I'll do anything, you see. I've never done anything before. He just treats me as a trophy and plays around with anyone with a pretty face..." You can feel a tear begin to well up in your eye as you rant. "He never pays attention to me anymore because he's got his eye on the next floozy that shakes her ass in his direction! Well, I've had enough! I want to do something about it!"

Mr. Cartwright takes you by the arms and looks you squarely in the eyes. "You've come to the right place. I can set you up with the best divorce lawyer in the city."

"No... no... that's not why I'm here..." you say.

"It's not?"

"No... I...." you are at a loss for words, so you just grab Devon's face and pull it towards your lips. The two of you lock lips for a solid ten seconds before you release him and pull down your dress. Your heart is pounding into your ears. Your face is flush red with excitement and all you can do is stare into Devon's dark brown eyes as you undo your bra and slip off your panties. You crawl up to him seductively nude and plant another kiss on his lips.