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shit that Jason had ever heard two people talking about.
     
    Even cooking and working out when friends weren't available. She just couldn't handle being alone with her own thoughts. His wife thrived on constant noise and distraction. Quietness was her worst enemy. One time he had even tried to get her to meditate with him for a laugh up in the bedroom. She had lasted thirty seconds before crying out in frustration that staring at a blank fucking wall for almost one minute was the hardest, most boring and tedious act she had ever been forced to do in her short life. And for as long as she lived, she would never, ever put herself through that hell again.
     
    Jason placed the briefcase down beside the coat wrack and stood eerily still right in the middle of hallway. He tried to listen carefully. Where the hell was she? He had texted her before leaving Glasgow only an hour and a half before just to see what she was up to. Although he never mentioned that he was coming home. Still, she was suppose to have two friends over while watching a re run of last weeks Britain's Got Talent. As his ears gradually adjusted to the quietness of the flat, the faintest sound of moaning could soon be heard coming from upstairs and behind a closed bedroom door at the far end of the apartment, but on the second floor.
     
    'What the fuck?' Jason whispered to himself in utter disbelief of what he was hearing.
     
    He drew his gun from his belt and made his way up the stairs of the two storey apartment. He reached the floor landing. He made his way past the large and newly installed shower wet room, installed so that his pregnant wife didn‘t have to strain herself anymore getting in and out of the high bath. He stepped gently past another two opened, spare bedroom doorways. Finally he came to a halt outside the only closed door in the whole entire apartment. His and his wife's master bedroom. The sound of a man's sexual grunts and groans could be heard from behind the other side of the door, no doubt about it. Jason looked perplexed and utterly distraught. He prayed for some kind of misunderstanding that would set everything right in just a few moments when he opened that door. But when he pushed it open his worst fears were swiftly revealed and the comfortable little world he had built for himself was about to come crumbling down.
     
    A large, well built and overly tanned man in his late forties looked to be having rough, doggy style sex with an attractive, yet pregnant young brunette in her early twenties. The brunette wore a see-through, silk black nightgown and was doing a good job of hiding the large bump in her stomach. Strangely the woman didn't seem to be a willing participant in the action, yet neither was she struggling or putting up any kind of resistance to the older man who was grinding and pounding away from behind her.
     
    With the door fully opened Jason remained where he stood, right in the middle of the doorway, just standing, watching, mortified. All colour drained from his face. He could have been a ghost in that moment.
     
    After a few seconds the woman, distracted by the presence of someone else in the room, turned her head and darted her eyes towards the doorway only to see the horrified Jason for the first time. In an instant she struggled free from the man's strong grip of her hips and wriggled quickly from their intimate embrace until she was backed up, right against the bed's headboard. The middle aged man, confused, looked a little taken back by her sudden actions.
     
    'Whit the fuck are you doing Sandra? I was aw-most ready...' said the middle aged man with a broad and deep Scottish accent.
     
    'Jason…' gasped the woman, Sandra. She looked absolutely mortified as she huddled up against the headboard even more. She ignored the man who froze where he knelt on hearing Jason's name. A great silence fell upon the whole room.
     
    'Jason.' the man finally exhaled without even moving or turning his head around to face