It started right from the first night my wife and I moved into the old dilapidated house. It was our third place in three years. What started out as a project for the two of us; we bought the worst house on the best block. We spent the better part of a year working hard together fixing everything that needed fixing. We put eleven thousand into that first house and at first it was going to be the place where we were going to spend the rest of our days. Little did we expect the knock on the door and the offer from a complete stranger. The offer was so grand we just couldn't pass it up. We made over one hundred thousand on the house in less than a year, we obviously had a talent for turning a run down home into something quite nice.
The place was in dire need of repair but it definitely had potential, I was surprised we actually got it as cheap as we did. I guess that should have been another sign something just wasn't quite right.
It was the first night in our new place and unlike the first two remodels we came in with a plan on exactly what changes and repair we were going to do. With the money we made on the first two residences we now knew we were heading into serious business, my wife even quit her full time nursing job to concentrate on the house repair.
We had a couple friends over for a house warming party and the booze was flowing. Maybe because we were both so inebriated or perhaps just the plain excitement of our new project that we didn't suspect that first night.
After drinking down our fifth pitcher of margaritas our friends went home and the wife and I went to bed feeling high. Usually we would make love but the both of us felt a little too drunk to actually engage in any sexual activity.
