[ WP ] A person falls in love with the monster under their bed . The monster in their closet is none too pleased .

Cathy was at home, annoyed that her husband was working late. My colleagues were still at work, annoyed that I was at home with my wife. 
 Sarah was in bed, annoyed by the sound of a car pulling into her driveway. I was annoyed by the sudden naked dash from the bed to Sarah's wardrobe. 
 
 In the darkness behind the closed doors, I wondered what sort of monster was I to give in to my passions so easily? Discovery would cause so much pain to Cathy, and to Robert, a cuckold husband. 
 
 `` Tommy!'' gasped Sarah, `` you should have knocked!'' I heard a deep voice laugh. `` I saw the light on, and I knew Robert was at the conference, so I wanted to surprise you.'' 
 
 I could n't believe what I was hearing! The two-timing... no make that triple-timing bitch. Soon the sounds of their passion were mixed with the squeaking bedsprings. And Tommy, of all people. The monster was Robert's best friend. 
 
 Then the unmistakable voice of Jeremy, the neighbor, came from beyond the curtains. `` Sarah, babe, I'm coming in.'' It was hard to discern which sounds were Jeremy clambering through the window and which were Robert scrambling under the bed. 
 
 I knew I was bad, but I now realized Sarah was the real monster. 
 
 
 

