Behind the Curtains of Suburbia
With racing heart and breath, he turned and looked in cautiously. He cast his eyes around the room and noticed Juliette's panties and jeans on the floor next to Lydia's shirt and trousers, looking like they'd been thrown there. Paul parked up on the street in front of the neat two-storey house that his best friend, Adam, and his wife, Juliette, had just moved into. They had been married just over a year now, he thought to himself. It was a pretty nice house, set back from the street behind a...