Part 2 - It Could Have...
All characters in the story are 18 years old or older.
If you have read Part 1 of this story, then this isn't actually a sequel, but a response to me that my wife wrote when she read "Part 1 - What Could Have Happened." Again, evasive and coquettish about the whole matter, she still wrote something that she says could have happened in the right circumstances if I'd been good. So, this could be something like her side of the story or a story from whole cloth, either way, with me included. I can speak for what happened when I was there, and it wasn't this, but did it happen when I wasn't?
As you walked up the stairs to get to the apartment, all you could think of was how cold you were, how miserable it was in Grafenwohr, and how the grey drizzling rain outside was not helping your mood. But beyond the brown steel door was your home, your wife, warmth and comfort and food.
When you turn the key in the lock and open the door, you have a moment of puzzlement. Usually she hears the door and greets you, but instead, all you hear is a low moaning and grunting.
Quietly you set your gear on the floor, not bothering with anything but stealth, wanting to see what was going on, your suspicions peaked. You walk to the doorway that leads to the living room and a shocking sight greets you.
