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toning down her makeup to the
natural shades the neighborhood housewives favored. Even her diction had
changed, becoming softer. Within a matter of months, Mrs. Bostoff became the
neighborhood’s favorite, helping with the committee at the country club, active
on the local school board – you name it, Jon’s mother was on it. His father, on
the other hand, was not nearly as perceptive. He refused to alter himself for
anyone; moreover, he was ridiculously proud of his beginnings – something that
Jon wished his father would obliterate. There was nothing wrong with
reinventing one’s past to match one’s station in life; people did it all the
time. During a confidence Jon had shared with one of his dates, Stephanie
Douben – a pretty blonde with an upturned nose and sky-blue eyes – Jon learned
that her real name was Dobrowski, which her father, a manufacturing magnate,
had changed to Douben. The fact that his own father could not be as
enterprising vexed Jon to no end. Still, Jon had managed to make a good enough
career in high school. Contrary to his father’s advice to go for football, Jon
joined the lacrosse team and made captain. Thanks to his handsome looks, he
dated some of the most popular girls in his school, and his quick wit as well
as the generous allowance granted by his father made Jon well-liked by all his
classmates. In his senior year of high school, Jon received an acceptance
letter from Duke University. Jon still remembered his parents seeing him off to
college: his father full of pride and his mother teary-eyed.
Duke University turned
out to be very different from Connecticut. The anticipation of the great and
wonderful things that were bound to take place during his college years was
desecrated by the cool reception that Jon received upon his arrival on campus.
His roommate, Connor Hale, made it clear that he did not socialize with anyone
whose daddy had not gone to Duke. The white Ferrari that Connor drove made
Jon’s red Mustang look plebeian, and when Jon tried to ingratiate himself with
Connor by letting him copy his homework assignments, Connor cut off any
possibility of social ties by putting a crisp fifty-dollar bill on Jon’s desk.
Still, Jon did not despair. After rigorous tryouts, he made the lacrosse team,
and his prowess with the sport gradually began to win him the respect of his
classmates and even got him into a fraternity. Yet, despite these tokens of
acceptance, Jon was keenly aware that he was never really one of the team. His
social background doomed him to remain an outsider.
All of that changed
when Jon kissed Candace Covington at his fraternity’s party. Unlike his
classmates, most of whom were heavily drunk halfway into the night, Jon had
kept his wits about him. Even back then he knew how to handle his liquor, and
that night he stayed away from alcohol entirely. He had already been inebriated
by Candace’s beauty. So, after chatting her up most of the night, he had
decided to go all in and kiss her. Even after almost twenty years of marriage,
Jon had not stopped wondering just why Candace did not slap him when he leaned
into the velvety smoothness of her lips that night. Instead, she had answered
him, openly and fervently, ushering a whole new era of his existence.
Finally, the bedroom
door opened and Candace entered the bedroom, bringing Jon back to the present. “Sorry
I took so long,” Candace whispered. “I was putting Ollie to bed.”
Jon’s eyes lit up at
the sight of his wife. He lifted himself up on his elbow to take in the view.
And what a view it was: clad in a black lace corset from Agent Provocateur,
with black stockings, garter belt, and black stiletto heels that Jon had gotten
her last week, his wife looked hotter than a Playboy model. “Some things are
worth waiting for.” Jon kicked the comforter to the floor. “Come here, you.”
Giggling, Candace
jumped into the bed next to him. As Jon undid the laces on the back of his wife’s
corset, he
natural shades the neighborhood housewives favored. Even her diction had
changed, becoming softer. Within a matter of months, Mrs. Bostoff became the
neighborhood’s favorite, helping with the committee at the country club, active
on the local school board – you name it, Jon’s mother was on it. His father, on
the other hand, was not nearly as perceptive. He refused to alter himself for
anyone; moreover, he was ridiculously proud of his beginnings – something that
Jon wished his father would obliterate. There was nothing wrong with
reinventing one’s past to match one’s station in life; people did it all the
time. During a confidence Jon had shared with one of his dates, Stephanie
Douben – a pretty blonde with an upturned nose and sky-blue eyes – Jon learned
that her real name was Dobrowski, which her father, a manufacturing magnate,
had changed to Douben. The fact that his own father could not be as
enterprising vexed Jon to no end. Still, Jon had managed to make a good enough
career in high school. Contrary to his father’s advice to go for football, Jon
joined the lacrosse team and made captain. Thanks to his handsome looks, he
dated some of the most popular girls in his school, and his quick wit as well
as the generous allowance granted by his father made Jon well-liked by all his
classmates. In his senior year of high school, Jon received an acceptance
letter from Duke University. Jon still remembered his parents seeing him off to
college: his father full of pride and his mother teary-eyed.
Duke University turned
out to be very different from Connecticut. The anticipation of the great and
wonderful things that were bound to take place during his college years was
desecrated by the cool reception that Jon received upon his arrival on campus.
His roommate, Connor Hale, made it clear that he did not socialize with anyone
whose daddy had not gone to Duke. The white Ferrari that Connor drove made
Jon’s red Mustang look plebeian, and when Jon tried to ingratiate himself with
Connor by letting him copy his homework assignments, Connor cut off any
possibility of social ties by putting a crisp fifty-dollar bill on Jon’s desk.
Still, Jon did not despair. After rigorous tryouts, he made the lacrosse team,
and his prowess with the sport gradually began to win him the respect of his
classmates and even got him into a fraternity. Yet, despite these tokens of
acceptance, Jon was keenly aware that he was never really one of the team. His
social background doomed him to remain an outsider.
All of that changed
when Jon kissed Candace Covington at his fraternity’s party. Unlike his
classmates, most of whom were heavily drunk halfway into the night, Jon had
kept his wits about him. Even back then he knew how to handle his liquor, and
that night he stayed away from alcohol entirely. He had already been inebriated
by Candace’s beauty. So, after chatting her up most of the night, he had
decided to go all in and kiss her. Even after almost twenty years of marriage,
Jon had not stopped wondering just why Candace did not slap him when he leaned
into the velvety smoothness of her lips that night. Instead, she had answered
him, openly and fervently, ushering a whole new era of his existence.
Finally, the bedroom
door opened and Candace entered the bedroom, bringing Jon back to the present. “Sorry
I took so long,” Candace whispered. “I was putting Ollie to bed.”
Jon’s eyes lit up at
the sight of his wife. He lifted himself up on his elbow to take in the view.
And what a view it was: clad in a black lace corset from Agent Provocateur,
with black stockings, garter belt, and black stiletto heels that Jon had gotten
her last week, his wife looked hotter than a Playboy model. “Some things are
worth waiting for.” Jon kicked the comforter to the floor. “Come here, you.”
Giggling, Candace
jumped into the bed next to him. As Jon undid the laces on the back of his wife’s
corset, he
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