A Bashful Cuckquean’s Anniversary Surprise
Why did all of Robyn’s relationships end with her getting cheated on? Was there something about it that gave her a kick?
Guttural, high-pitched moans.
The telltale, rhythmical smacking of skin against skin.
Deep, resonant grunts.
The persistent squeaking of bed springs atop a bassline of the thump-thump-thumping of wood on wood.
The symphony that had greeted Robyn as she stepped into the hallway of her flat was unmistakable. Nevertheless, she’d remained frozen for minutes, as if to validate what she was hearing.
It was her and Parker’s one-year anniversary and Robyn had skipped work early to prepare a special feast. On top, they were celebrating their first shared flat together. Two days prior, she’d handed him freshly cut keys to her apartment, carefully placed in a black velvet box, almost like a presentiment.
Before that moment, she had been certain Parker was the one. Emphasis on had been.
Light from the living room windows flashed in Parker’s shiny new keys, hung neatly on the hook by the door. “Well, at least he’s figured out how to use them,” Robyn had grinned with a twinge of gallows humor.
