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Stolen from the Marital Bed
Chapter 1: The New Neighbor’s Eye
Toby lived in the comfortable rhythm of his home, a nice house in an undeniably great neighborhood. He was an 18 year old college going student working hard to become a successful businessman. Life at home was easy and predictable: his mother, Clara, was a devoted housewife, who took care of everything; and his father, Noah, worked the fields, making a solid living for them both. Everyone in town respected Noah, he was handsome enough even though age was starting to wear little aches around him. Meanwhile, Clara was artfully sculpted by god for worship. She had that perfect curvy hourglass figure; breasts big and beautiful enough to pull breath from anyone, set against the cascade of her long blonde hair and startling blue eyes. She’d never known any man but Noah since their wedding day, and he was the absolute love of her life. For Toby, they were the golden standard, the model couple, and he always felt a deep seated longing to find a woman as genuinely devoted and faithful as his mother.
Next to them was a small empty house that had been vacant for a very long time, but on one hot summer day, this dust gathering house came to life when a car pulled in, followed by a beat up truck loaded with furniture. They weren’t alone anymore, they were gaining neighbors, and the one who walked out of the small car wasn't part of any normal family scene. It was Marcus. He was enormous, a towering black man whose arms looked carved from dark wood and sheer muscle, standing easily at 6’2. His cropped hair didn't soften the intensity in his eyes; they were mean, watchful, and utterly ready for trouble. (Toby wouldn’t know yet that Marcus had just walked out of five years behind bars, convicted of assaults against eight white women, a history as heavy as his physique.)
The sheer presence of him made Toby flinch, he kept his gaze low, tripping over his own feet as Marcus passed, but it was from the kitchen window that the true connection sparked. Through the glass pane, Marcus’s eyes found Clara, an innocent lovely housewife baking for her family. The look wasn't merely appreciation, but an assessment. A slow, knowing smirk stretched across his lips as he seemed to lick them deliberately while looking at a faithful wife, letting nothing escape his dark gaze. He didn't just find fun with the neighbors; he surveyed a ripe feast.