John, had been in a rut for a few years, frustrated at home, overworked, under appreciated and most definately under pressure. It had been welling up for some time. What could he do to find some form of relief? He needed to get away. Escape. He didnt know how long for or where... John just knew he needed a change before he was consumed by it all. And thats when it hit him. Not wishing to just abandon his home obligations - without some financial stability John set about drafting up letters explaining his current state of mind and how his wife (a suscessful businesss owner in her own right) should take all these assets they had worked so hard to build up and at her discretion sell to make up for his absence. The kids were finally out the door so that mean't a little less to worry about. It probably seemed to John reading these back that they came across almost as a suiside note - he was, in his own mind desperate to move on. He would ever consider such a rash move but confused and somewhat alone -what he was about to do seemed to make perfect sense at this very moment in time - he simply needed to do it - go for it. John waited for a time when his wife was travelling. She often hit the road attending various expos ad trde shows. She announced a trip and packed her carryon bag for the 2 night trip. As always John was ready to drive her to the airport and did so this time the same way he always did. At the terminal she casually stated she'd see him Wednesday. She would email him the times. John reached across the center console to kiss her fairwell. She preempted the move by turning to grab the door handle and just like that she was outside the car, while he remained seatbelted - a nearby cop frowning at him indicating he had to move on. This was so typical. Any opportunity to shun affection was expertly maneuvered - it had been ths way for months, hell maybe years - he was losing track. The only time he was greeted with affection of any kind was in the presence of close friends and relatives. It was as if they were still a happy couple in the eyes of this small group. 'Bye' he called out to the dissapearing figure in the mirror above him as he pulled away. Smiling wryly at the cop while silently cursing him. John pulled into the driveway. He didn't park the car in - he wouldn't need to, his plan was to get away as soon as he had grabbed the bag and items he's written down on a checklist to himself. Credit cards (in his personal name) were already packed, some cash - a select and paired down wardrobe. A bag of adult toys, his trusted laptop and a brand newsmartphone also never used but activated. He would leave his old phone on the kitchen counter. She would not trace him. She would not be able to scream at him, call him every name under the sun. She was out of the picture. She was no longer his concern. Anyone stupid enough to want her was welcome to her. He grabbed a bottle of water form the fridge door and looked around. The place was spotless - as it always was. She made sure of that inspecting his cleaning skills at every opportunity. Since John had been a kid he had been programmed to clean and pick up. He had carried this trait with him throughout his life. Ex girlfriends had often mentioned how clean everything always was. To John - everything had a place. even sex toys that he had silently collected and palyed with were neatly placed in a forgotten about closet behind his shirts in the oversized walk in closet they shared. John only ever opened this when she was away, and then only for short periods. There was no cat, no dog, no fish - John stood alone in the kitchen this one last time. Had he forgotten anything? He rechecked the list. It seemed to all be there. As the garage door closed this last time so did a chapter of his life John wished deeply to erase. He picked up the cellphone and dialed. "I'm on my way, hmmm? oh I'm not sure 3 or 4 days I think. I'll drive straight to you guys. I can't wait to see you both, its going to be fantastic, hot, sensual, oh god I wish I was there already." John had met Sam and Diane in a chatroom 6 months earlier. (more to follow - I promise it will be better soon- this is a draft)
Nice scene setting. I will wait for the rest ;-) Good luck
