My name is Jeff Jennings. I am 32 years old and a successful psychologist with a small but profitable practice. My wife Annie is 28 and we have a daughter, Amy Jo who is 7. We have a comfortable home located in a very nice neighborhood with good schools, park and nearby shopping.
I met Annie while we were both attending the state university in Albany. Annie was a business major and earned her MBA in marketing and advertising while I earned my PhD in clinical psychology.
It was during her first year of graduate school when we literally ran into each other in the student union coffee shop rushing to get to class.
Luckily we didn't spill our coffee. I literally spent every free moment during the next two weeks in the coffee shop hoping to run in to but not over this beautiful dynamo with a caffeine craving.
I soon had my chance as the java junkie stopped in for a fix. I learned her name was Annie Deveraux from a small upstate New York town near the 1000 Islands.
Annie is 5'5", with doe like brown eyes, long brunette hair with proud 34C breasts and cute little butt that really moves when she walks. It stems from her French-Canadian heritage.
I am 5'10" with an average build, an attractive face and just a bit above average 7"cock. We had one thing in common, our need for caffeine. Soon, we were meeting daily for coffee, discussing our day, workload and which professors were the toughest.
We began dating, going out when we had time and occasionally would hook up for sex. I soon discovered that Annie was a dynamo in the sack as well. Over the course of three years, we fell in love and made plans to get married once our careers got started. However, fate would intervene as soon as we graduated we found out Annie was pregnant.
We decided that Annie should take time to have the baby and wait until the baby was old enough to start school before she would begin her career.
We married and moved to Syracuse to be closer to her family. I began my practice and we were soon joined by Amy Jo Jennings, the most precious and beautiful little girl in the world.
Over time my practice grew and we were comfortable but struggling with paying off our student loans. As soon as Amy Jo was 5 Annie decided it was time to go back to work.
She updated her resume and fortunately was able to secure several interviews. She landed a position as a copywriter at Mathews and Fralick, a well established Madison Avenue advertising agency with an office in Syracuse.
Annie was teamed up with graphic designer Kyle Edwards. I met Kyle several times at different company events like Syracuse Orange football and basketball because the company had a luxury box at the Carrier Dome.
He was tall about 6'2'', toned with olive skin, dark wavy hair, and piercing hazel eyes that women seemed to go crazy for. Every time I saw him he was always with a beautiful girl, just never the same girl twice.
During her first year with the firm she and Kyle made quite an impression with both clients and management landing and creating several successful campaigns for a local car dealer, a hospital, an attorney, a restaurant and a local private university.
From the start Annie and Kyle made a great creative team. After 18 months with the firm they had become the top creative team in the Syracuse office. Because of their track record they were sought out by clients looking for hip, modern ads that increased sales and revenue. The success earned Kyle and Annie promotions, Kyle as Art Director and Annie as supervisor of the copy writers which meant a sizeable increase in salary for both of them.
Home life was good. We were renting a modest size house that had a home office for me to see patients' during non-office hours when necessary. Annie's salary which reached six figures allowed us to pay off our student loans and start thinking about buying a house.
We had even made plans for the long Labor Day weekend to go and look at potential homes before heading to Albany for a family cookout. Our sex life was great and Annie continued to be a tigress in bed, however we were being careful to not conceive another child until we had our home.
However, I began to notice some subtle but visible changes in Annie over the past two months that coincided with her and Kyle working on a new campaign.
It began with Annie being an hour or two late arriving home in the evening. Soon it morphed into late nights running to midnight or later, first one to two nights and then began being five nights a week.
Fortunately, my practice allowed me to get home at a reasonable hour every evening and if I had an emergency, I could either teleconference with my patient or have them come to my home office.
As bad as the weekday absences were becoming, I looked forward to the weekend and a chance to reconnect with my wife and for Annie to spend some quality time with Amy Jo.
So when I rolled over to spoon with my wife and a hope for a little something more I found her side of the bed was empty. I got up and went into the bathroom and found that she had already showered, leaving her dirty nightclothes and towel on the floor.
I went down hoping to find coffee brewing and perhaps a hot breakfast waiting for me. When I arrived in the kitchen there was nothing brewing, no breakfast and no Annie, however, I did find a post-it note on the coffee pot.
It simply said, "Have to work, not sure when I will be home, Annie." I was shocked because I had gone to bed at 12:45am, well before she arrived home. She had not spent one single minute with me or Amy Jo during the past week and now she simply disappeared without as much as 'a hello, how are you'.
It was the Friday beginning the Labor Day weekend when Annie came home all excited. It was the first time she had been home on time in nearly a month. Jeff, I got a call from Mr. Matthews himself. He said he loved our work on Simone Beauty here and they want Kyle and me to come to New York and pitch a national campaign.
"Wow! That's great." I replied. "I have to go pack right away!" she said as her voice trailed off as she went bounding up the stairs toward our bedroom. I was shocked. Had she forgotten our plans for some house hunting and a weekend cookout at my parents in Albany on Sunday?
I followed her up to the bedroom and as soon as I entered the room she abruptly slammed the lid on her suitcase and zipped it up. "Annie, what are you doing?" My voice showed both my confusion and frustration. "What's the problem, I am packing for New York of course." She replied.
"What!!" "Did you forget we have plans for the weekend?" I said exasperated. "Oh Jeff, we need the weekend to get up to speed and prepare our pitch for the client next Friday. So I need to get on the late flight to New York at 7pm, I'm sorry, don't be upset." Annie said matter of factly.
"Annie, you have not spent a single minute this week with our daughter or me for that matter." I replied. "You have been leaving early in the morning coming home later and later and even taken to being gone during the weekend."
"Now without even as much as a heads up or asking for my input or consideration you rush past me to pack for an unplanned and unexpected trip to New York that you expect to last a week or more and you expect me to be okay with this?" I said.
"Jeff, if Kyle and I land this client it means a promotion and moving to the main office in New York. This is a chance to advance my career that I can't just pass up to placate your little tantrum." Annie said with no sense of remorse at all.
"Move to New York? Just when did you make that decision for the rest of us without even bothering to discuss it with me?" You never told me you were angling for a promotion that would re locate us?" I said with complete surprise. Annie chided in, "Because I knew you would react this way and try to impede my success."
"Ann Elizabeth Jennings, you know better than that. It is unfair, uncalled for, and untrue. I moved to Syracuse when you said you wanted to be closer to your family in Watertown."
"It is you who is being unfair, you never gave me the chance to say how I feel or even bother to consider what career sacrifices I might need to make for such a move." My indignation was evident in my words.