spawnofdavey
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The big black Land Rover pulled into the driveway outside their nice big suburban home, some Oasis blaring out of the open driver's window. Ryan had his jacket on the passenger seat, his shirt sleeves rolled up with the sunny weather. He smiled as he thought of the pub they were going to that night, hopefully it would be fun and he could watch Jane dancing with her mates and flirting with a few of the other guys there too.
It was a couple of months before their third wedding anniversary and they had been planning a trip away for a while. Now that everything was booked, Ryan felt like celebrating and he hoped Jane was in the mood too. He closed the window and grabbed his jacket from the car and killed the engine, walking up to the front door with it hooked over his shoulder. Their house was nice and big, the rest of the street similar to theirs, but they'd had a nice conservatory built onto the back and he'd built an outside bar and kitchen for when their friends and family came over for a party. He was proud of the house, and the money he'd made. Not quite forty, he'd made enough for most to retire on, but he was hungry for more, something that pleased his boss and Jane, his wife no end.
Both Essex born, they were new money, fans of designer labels and expensive things. Some people might accuse them of having no taste, but what do they know? They're just jealous.
He went inside and slipped off his shoes, carefully putting them on the shoe rack by the door. "Hey Jane, do you want to get some food before we go out, or do you want to eat at the bar?" He shouted, waiting for his wife to reply before he got changed."
It was a couple of months before their third wedding anniversary and they had been planning a trip away for a while. Now that everything was booked, Ryan felt like celebrating and he hoped Jane was in the mood too. He closed the window and grabbed his jacket from the car and killed the engine, walking up to the front door with it hooked over his shoulder. Their house was nice and big, the rest of the street similar to theirs, but they'd had a nice conservatory built onto the back and he'd built an outside bar and kitchen for when their friends and family came over for a party. He was proud of the house, and the money he'd made. Not quite forty, he'd made enough for most to retire on, but he was hungry for more, something that pleased his boss and Jane, his wife no end.
Both Essex born, they were new money, fans of designer labels and expensive things. Some people might accuse them of having no taste, but what do they know? They're just jealous.
He went inside and slipped off his shoes, carefully putting them on the shoe rack by the door. "Hey Jane, do you want to get some food before we go out, or do you want to eat at the bar?" He shouted, waiting for his wife to reply before he got changed."