The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... when she started daydreaming about her life in the mansion with beautiful clothes and sleek cars. Yes, she'd done the best thing for her children and herself. Dave would get over it. If she'd been able to fully convince herself of that, she may have slept. She didn't.

Instead, she leapt out of bed with a plan. She gathered her copy of all the legal documents contained in the packet Dave had been given and put them in her bag before making breakfast for everyone. Peter, convinced by her false smile, departed for his office. The children left to catch the bus to school with barely a nod. Jane didn't allow their coolness to dampen her resolve.

At 9:00 a.m., after a stiff whisky, she gathered all the papers from her bag, steeled her nerves, and headed to the park. Once she explained to Dave that he could still access money to live on and run the business, and that he would see the kids as often as he wanted after the custody case, then he would go back to normal. She took the application forms and was prepared to take as long as it took to show him how to fill them out.

The problem was, where was he? She crossed the road and walked through the sparse trees to the circuit track. There were two homeless men in the top corner, but neither was Dave. She used the elevation to scan what she could see of the rest of the park but saw nothing relevant. She eyed the bushes against the wall, where she suspected they all slept but when she started sidling toward the denser ...

... thicket, the two hobos interposed themselves between her and it. She did one lap of the streets bordering the park, looking down side streets with no luck. Returning to the park, she did a slow circuit, peering into the bushes and every patch of garden with no result. Frustrated, she crossed the road a hundred metres from her house and headed toward it.

There were three ways into her house. One through the two-car garage, each side with its own roll-a-door. The front door, which was accessed by a path, through a gate near the garage, and the back door which opened toward the clothesline and back lawn. Jane had just placed her hand on the front gate latch when a familiar sound caught her attention. She glanced to see the right-hand roll-a-door of the garage opening. It revealed the open side, where Peter's car was parked when he was home.

Where Dave used to park.

She glanced up the road, expecting to see Peter's BMW heading toward her, but the road was clear. After fully opening, there was a pause before the roll-a-door began descending again. Jane watched as if fascinated. The door stayed shut for perhaps ten seconds, then began to rise again, and still she watched. When it began to close for the second time, Jane dragged her gaze from it and scanned her surroundings. When she looked closer, in the direction of the low sun, she saw him. Dave was standing among the trees, staring at his old house; his home of twenty years; the remote opener for the garage in one bemittened ...