Bored. Donovan was so goddamned bored. Everything in his life is quiet, and simple. From his job to his wife. Sex between them has been relegated to a closed door, lights off, missionary obligation that's lost its spark, its passion. So its no surprise that his eyes go straying to the mahogany skinned, buxom girl next door. His interlude with her leaves him feeling as though he needs to finally be honest with himself. But it also leaves him wondering when his wife is going to be honest with HIM?
Bored. Donovan was so goddamned bored. Everything in his life is quiet, and simple. From his job to his wife. Sex between them has been relegated to a closed door, lights off, missionary obligation that's lost its spark, its passion. So its no surprise that his eyes go straying to the mahogany skinned, buxom girl next door. His interlude with her leaves him feeling as though he needs to finally be honest with himself. But it also leaves him wondering when his wife is going to be honest with HIM?