Years

Ashly's leg bounced up and down like she was trying to drill a hole through the floor of the car the entire drive back to her house. She already told Man about Alex, but she still didn't tell him that Alex was fucking her. Man or her father will undoubtedly murder Alex. Man doesn't hate Alex, but he never talks about Alex in front of Ashly. Actually, no one talks about Alex in front of Ashly. Ashly and Alex had left the office just before rush hour. There was limited after-work commuter traffic, so they'd be home soon enough, or so Ashly hoped. The ride was only about ten minutes long, but it was still the longest ten minutes of Ashly's life. She really doesn't want Man to see all those things, even though he never interferes in her personal life. Eyes wide and lips pulled into a thin line, she stared out the window, watching landmarks flash by as she counted down the seconds until they reached her house. As they passed a familiar convenience store, an amused-sounding huff drew her att