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It was the autumn of 2011, my wife and I temporarily separated when she moved to the city to take on a new role as the Housewares Department manager in a Major Department store.

Small town life just wasn't her idea of the great adventure. The lack of shopping, access to good restaurants and the remoteness of the country lifestyle was not enough for her.

Carrie used to be adventurous, taking on challenges with the greatest of ease. She would put her hand to the plow and wouldn't stop until the job was done.

Most of our problems stemmed from empty nest syndrome, as our youngest had graduated high school and was now attending trade school to become one of the few female Millwrights in the country.

My wife felt unwanted, not needed and generally invisible to those around her as life started slowing down for us in this town of 400 souls.

Even with our 10 year age gap, our life was pretty good. We made love regularly but not spectacularly, played cards, watched TV and genuinely loved each other, but it didn't seem to fulfill her. She wanted something more, anything more than the mundane, dreariness of just existing.

When a job opportunity came up, she jumped at it. A former department manager of hers had taken over as store manager of a major shopping outlet and he contacted Carrie to see if she wanted to run the Housewares Department for him.

She talked it over with me, but had already decided to go. She would work there and commute the hour and a half back and forth. I was against it, but knew that nothing I said could change her mind. She accepted the offer and was gone the following week.

She was friendly enough and soon made friends with many of her new co-workers.

One co-worker in particular, a lovely widowed lady named Rhoda, invited Carrie to live with her during the week and before I knew it, I was alone from Sunday afternoon through Friday evening.

My job was pretty mundane. I taught Industrial Arts and English at the local high school and I now qualified for my 30 year retirement.

It didn't take long before the typical small town rumor mill got wind of her leaving. I heard all kinds of things and even my students came to me asking questions.

Carrie flourished at her new job. She and Rhoda would go out at night to movies, restaurants and everything else that the big city offered for entertainment. After three months, Carrie was making pretty good money and wanted to get her own apartment.

She was a pretty woman, five foot two, nice breasts, pale complexion and beautiful red hair which was augmented a little with hair colouring. She dressed well, knew how to apply makeup and was often looked at and ogled by a lot of men. Carrie loved the idea that at 40, she could still turn heads. After all, she wanted adventure and she soon found what she was looking for.

A few days after we moved Carrie into her new downtown apartment, a short walk to work, she called for our daily two minute chat. She told me that was hosting a small dinner party with a few people from work the next evening, and asked that we skip our little chat .

I helped move her in on the previous Friday night, and the building manager's wife gave me a key of my own, since my name was also on the lease, and decided to surprise her with a Wednesday evening visit. I thought I could somehow impress Carrie at the dinner party by getting to know her new friends.

I arrived at her building the following evening and rode the elevator to the third floor. I walked up to the apartment door and could hear

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