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It's begin with a man.

Jenkins worked at a company, not a regular company that people usually talking when it comes to business, it's something different.

He always came home at six, and had the same usual routine every night of his married life. Taking out pleasure.

Every time he got home, walk through the door, drop his lunchbox on the counter, and find his wife wherever she was in the house. Kitchen, laundry room, hallway, it didn't matter. He'd come up behind her and put his hands on her. Her waist. Her hips. Once, her chest, and even her ass while she was holding a pot of boiling water, and she'd nearly dropped it on her own foot.

"Jenkins. I'm cooking."

"I know. I missed you."

"You saw me this morning."

"That was ten hours ago."

His hands were never rough. That was the strange part, the part that made it so hard for Diane to explain to anyone why it bothered her. He wasn't violent about it. He was just always there, always reaching, groping her like it's his own toy.

When she pulled away, he'd wear this look. Not anger. Pretend to be hurt so she would let him touch her again. This pretending, patient look, like she was a toy. This has been going for a long time and she has seen his tricks and his reasons for doing.

She had never liked any of it. Groping her boobs, ass and touch her in every private parts she cover. Whenever she doesn't want to do it, she gave excuses from being tired and other reasons.

It's always the same nights he'd roll toward her, when he can't do it with his wife when she was asleep, he took care of himself right there beside her, because she'd told him once, early on, that she didn't want that kind of closeness. Sometimes he always done it in the bathroom but he recently been doing it near her, jerking off.

There's time she faking her sleep, so she could see what he's been doing silently. She hate it.

She'd grown up in a house where all family members have seems to be, avoiding. Family grows relationship right? But not in this family. Nobody in her family hugged the man really long. Nobody commented on father's shape at the dinner table. And then she'd married a man who …