1. Real Housewives


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: ejls, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    She never dreamed Dave and Becky were having problems. No one really knows what goes on behind closed doors, she thought. As she made her way across the street to her home, she felt something she hadn’t expected. Dave left, Becky was alone, and Cassie was envious. Mark was stretched out in his recliner, watching basketball. He barely acknowledged Cassie’s presence when she sat down on the sofa to tell him about their neighbors. “I just had an interesting talk with Becky,” she began. “Shhhh….” “Mark, can you give me a couple of minutes? This is sort of important,” Cassie tried again. “Look, can you just hold off until the game is over?” “Mark! It’s a damn game! You don’t need sound and you can look at me for a couple of minutes so I can talk to you!” His lack of response was all that was needed to answer Cassie’s question. She got up, went to her bedroom, and closed the door – just like she did every evening when she got home from work. Spring finally dug its heels in and decided to stay. Both Cassie and Becky could be seen working in their yards each weekend. No one in the neighborhood seemed to take notice of Dave’s departure, or at least they weren’t talking to each other about it. Even Mark seemed oblivious to the goings on across the street. The girls went to the garden store together to pick up fertilizer and mulch, getting a much better deal for buying a larger amount. Mark was sitting on the porch when Becky backed into their driveway so they could unload the heavy ...
    bags. He continued to sit there while the girls stacked them next to the garage, not saying a word to either one of them. They then crossed the street to Becky’s house to do the same. Cassie was fighting tears as she thought of how rude Mark was not to offer help. When the truck was empty, Becky touched her arm so that Cassie would look at her. That’s when the tears flowed. Pulling her around the house, Becky pulled Cassie into her arms and let her cry, not saying a word. When the tears no longer came, Cassie raised her head and sadly looked at Becky. “I can’t do it anymore,” Cassie said, in a voice barely above a whisper. “I pretend that everything is fine when it’s not.” “Come on in the kitchen. I’ve got some wine in the refrigerator. Let’s grab a glass and we can talk.” “I don’t have a marriage. I don’t even have a partnership,” Cassie began. “He does his thing, I do mine, and we lead separate lives. I don’t know when he’s working late, he just doesn’t come home. On the weekends if I get up and he’s not there, then I guess he goes to the golf course. We don’t talk about anything. The kicker was that last weekend I got a call from a collection agency on an account I didn’t know existed.” “What? How did that happen?” Cassie shook her head and replied, “Apparently, we opened it over twenty years ago when we first got married. I never had a card and now there’s over $7500.00 owing. Because my name is on the account, I am partially responsible. I can pay it off if I take the money ...
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