Who: Sabring Keogh<br/>Where: Keogh Family Home<br/>When: Early Morning Friday<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a>,<a class="username" data-user-id="17729" data-username="@xavierrol" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/17729/">@xavierrol</a>,<a class="username" data-user-id="43911" data-username="@chocolate delight" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/43911/">@chocolate delight</a><br/><br/>She had gotten up early. It had been a habit for as long as she could remember. With her schedule, sleeping in wouldn't allow there to be enough hours the day. As she grew older, she kept the routine, even finding comfort in it. As the sun begins to paint the sky with its brilliant colors in the morning, she took pleasure in knowing only a few were witnesses to this extraordinary event. Taking to the day early, she would often do pilates, finding her core and centering her mind for the day ahead. A quick shower afterward, and she often found herself sitting in her robe at the table enjoying a minimal breakfast. Too much food always made her feel weighted down, and there was simply too much to do in the day for that. She didn't have time for anything to weigh her down.<br/><br/>This morning had been like any other. A grapefruit was before her with a silver spoon reflecting the light from the sun peering through the window as her husband made his usual exit. She smiled, waved, and told him how much she loved him. She did. That was a fact that hadn't changed much over the years. It had grown stronger and certainly more relaxed, perhaps too relaxed at times, but it was always present. Lately, she couldn't help but wonder if they both had become complacent in their relationship. The sex was still as good as ever, but something felt off. It nagged in the shadows of her mind, not really enough to cause a problem, but enough to be noticeable.<br/><br/>She stirred when she heard her husband's voice. It surprised her and drew her curiosity, enough to bring her to her feet. Gazing through opened blinds, she saw him and a woman, a strange woman, a new woman. Newcomers were not that often. To her, it appeared there was this tight-knit group of people that lived here. They all knew of each other, and that was the way she liked it. She watched as the conversation moved and her neighbor came into view. Mr. Rollins. Ah yes. He had hired a maid. "I'll bet she cleans more than his house," she whispered, watching the three of them intently. Baxter's hand took the woman's, and for a moment she felt her curiosity peaked, or was it more than her curiosity that was aroused? A strange and yet familiar stirring hinted, and she couldn't believe something so simple, so innocent, as Baxter taking another woman's hand could do this. Her eyes were glued, fixated on this scene, even watching as the woman's hand slipped from his. "What is going on," she whispered, at a loss for an explanation as to why seeing him with another woman had caused this effect on her. The only thing that drew her from her own thoughts was the buzzing of her phone on the counter. Snatching it up she retorted, "What?" There was a brief pause. The sound of an almost fearful man's voice was faint on the other side. "I'll be there in ten." Realizing she was still in her robe. "Make that 20. Well, what do you want me to do? Show up in my robe? Please. We both know you couldn't handle this body." She ended the call. Tossing her phone on the counter, she headed towards the bedroom to dress and get ready for the day that had already had an interesting beginning.