The peaceful little neighborhood of Springdale was quiet in the hot summer morning.  Apart from a few sparse early morning exercisers and the mail man, it was virtually deserted.  Not even the children, free from the oppression of their schools for the summer, were awake and out playing.  In fact, besides a few protective dogs and the clicking of sprinklers as they watered the meticulously kept lawns, there wasn’t a sound to be heard other than the early morning sounds of nature awakening.<br/><br/>As the early morning became slowly later, the neighborhood seemed to be awakening as well.  The young, early morning children were out and about, playing in the sprinklers or in tree houses with their friends.  The few and proud housewives that didn’t mind being that soon came out, coffee in one hand, gardening sheers in the other.  Soon, however, the unfamiliar sight of large moving trucks began pulling down the quiet little nook of James Court, bringing with them new neighbors to the close knit community.<br/><br/>One of the few people that watched the rather dull spectacle of the Move-In day was Madison Tennant.<br/><br/>The house Madison and her brother lived in was impressive, to say the least.  From the outside, it looked like a miniature mansion in the neighborhood that was for the most part filled with the large houses.  With it’s multiple rooms, basement, and large backyard that was perfect for entertaining, it was a marvel to some of the neighbors that such a young couple could afford the house.  With Malcolm’s cushy job as an Architect designer and the inheritance from their parents’ deaths, however, the two of them had more than enough to  make sure they had enough money for quite a long time.<br/><br/>Being right next door to the house in question, it was hard not to watch the new neighbors move into the house.  For some that watched, it was all about gossip.  What did they have?  What kind of furniture did they own?  Were they rich?  Were they piss poor?  For Maddy, however, it was all about scoping out her new neighbors.<br/><br/>She sat quietly on the large, white leather couch that faced and overlooked the house next door to her.  Wearing only a black silk robe that she didn’t bother to close, the buxom woman watched in silence her new neighbors while enjoying the first cigarette of the day.  Her long, silken dark hair was tied back into a lone pony tail, contrasting nicely against the soft paleness of her flesh.  From the look of Madison, with her silken short robe haphazardly open and hair lazily tied back, it would seem to anyone as if she had just awakened from sleep.  For the longest time, the only sounds in the quiet, luxurious and spacious sitting room was the sound of their Siberian Husky and Rottweiler playing around on the floor.  She knew perfectly well that they were getting antsy, and she would have to take care of them in a special way only a true dog lover could.<br/><br/>As she watched the movers moving in the various pieces of furniture, the bored and lonely housewife decided to give her husband a little phone call at work.<br/><br/>“Canavan Designs and Architecture, this is Ben…” The masculine voice said on the other end of the phone.<br/><br/>Instantly Madison’s eyes light up as the devious smile curled upon her face.  “Well hello Benny Boy…” She said casually with her naturally seductively smooth voice.  “How is my husband’s sexy assistant today?”<br/><br/>A worried sigh came through the phone.  “Don’t say that Mrs. Tennant…  What we did was wrong…” The quieted voice of her husband’s twenty year old assistant said.<br/><br/>Maddy laughed at the boy’s foolish attempt to avoid the topic.  “Oh come now Benjamin…  You fucked my ass so hard and good that one night in the office, and you still talk to me like a stranger…  That’s not very nice…”<br/><br/>A pause came from the young man before he finally spoke up.  “Please stop that, Madison…”<br/><br/>“Stop that?  I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say those words before Benny…” She remarked as she took a deep, long drag of her cigarette.  “The closest thing to that was more like ‘Please…  Don’t stop…  Oh God yes…’”<br/><br/>“Can…  Can I do something for you…  Madison?” The young man said with some difficulty to maintain his composure.  It was clear he was still so afraid of losing his job, even when he was blissfully unaware her husband knew all about it, even going so far as allowing her to fuck him.<br/><br/>After giggling a little bit from his reaction, she finally decided enough was enough.  As fun as it was to mess with her husband’s young assistant, she wanted to talk to him.  “Put my husband on the phone.”