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away.
    Just a simple ‘goodnight’ was thrown over his shoulder as he exited the room. He stopped at Molly’s room first, entering and making sure she was tucked in. Placing a kiss on her head, he bade her goodnight and then entered Fiona’s room to do the same, taking extra care to ensure she had her favourite teddy bear to cuddle — she hated to wake up without it beside her. He then took himself off to bed where, surprisingly, whether by some sort of the adrenaline comedown or his sheer lack of conscience, he fell into a deep sleep within minutes of resting his head.

Chapter 3
    The next morning, Charles was awoken by the bright winter sun shining through the curtains and upon his face. He looked over at the clock, and as usual it read 5.15am. Without work to get up for, as the practice was shut on Saturdays, he just lay there. Everyone else in the household was still sound asleep, so the house was silent. He thought of Lucy, about how she would probably thank him and be grateful for him taking her life, a life that would have probably been nothing but misery and suffering; how she must have enjoyed sharing her final moments in his embrace. He believes he saw in her dying eyes a moment of clarity and understanding, and in that moment she had realised the reasons for his actions and how lucky she had been that he had chosen her.
    His narcissism was now in full flow, consuming his every thought. He looked over at Rebecca lying beside him, fully engrossed in his warped fantasy and his heightened sense of arousal. He placed his hand under the Egyptian cotton sheets and ran it down his wife’s side, from her ribs, down past her waist and over her hips. He then proceeded to raise her silk camisole and gently run his fingers over her pubic bone and inside her black French knickers. He moved in closer; by now he noticed the slight hint of Jasmine and Eucalyptus scent wafting from her recently washed mousey hair combined with the sweet scent of her favourite Chanel perfume.
    She slowly awoke, her back still turned to him, as he began to massage her clitoris, pressing his erect penis into the small of her back. She didn’t let on that she was awake, but chose instead to let him carry on until she felt herself become more and more aroused. By this point, she could feel the warm dampness building inside of her and arched her back towards him, pressing her firm buttocks into his groin in a submissive manner, but still not saying a word.
    Charles needed no further encouragement; heentered her now lubricated vagina and steadily began to build up a rhythm whilst caressing her breasts and nipples. She let out little gasps of encouragement as he gained pace, happy to be reconnecting with her recently-distant husband, hoping this was the start of a turning point in their marriage.
    Charles, on the other hand, slowly became more and more submerged in his own thoughts as the lines between fantasy and reality became more and more blurred. He ran his left hand up the front of her body, over her erect nipples, and placed it softly around her neck, all the while still caressing her with his right hand. He slowly started to tighten his grip as he continued to penetrate her. She didn’t mind at first, although this is something he had never done before. She just chose to go along with it; if truth be known, it was secretly turning her on. She could feel a build-up of pressure inside herself as she gradually approached orgasm. Charles began to thrust harder; instead of his loving wife in front of him, all he saw was Lucy as he became more and more animalistic and forceful with each thrust.
    Rebecca was now right on the edge of climax and let go of herself, shuddering in intense orgasm. Charles tightened his grip even further around her neck as he reached the point of no return. By this point, Rebecca was struggling to breathe and tried to gently encourage him to loosen his grip, not wanting to make an issue of it while he was still not done.