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[28 Aug 2011|04:53pm] |
Fact Sheet:
- Full Name: Abbey Beth Walters
- Age: 27
- Hometown: Covington, GA
- Current Location: Atlanta, GA
- Education: College graduate from University of Georgia
- Married: July 10th, 2009
- Husbands Name: Brian Walters
- Background: Abbey was a sweet, quiet little secretary working at a big, hot shot Atlanta law firm when Brian Walters noticed her. He was one of the senior partners, an extraordinarily wealthy man who commanded respect everywhere he went. It didn't take long for him to convince Abbey to go out with him, and only a few months later, to propose. She came from a middle class background where money was always tight. Her friends and mother convinced her this was the way to go -- a wealthy, honorable man who would take care of her in ways she couldn't even dream of. So the following summer, she was married. And only six months after that was she bored.
The sex between Abbey and Brian was pitiful. Granted, Abbey wasn't exactly your picture of sex goddess. She'd had a few boyfriends in college who fumbled with pleasing her, and most often failed. Only in moments of sexual frustration did she bust out her secret vibrator. Brian was a wham, bam kind of guy. He got in, got what he wanted, and then got right back out.
Abbey quit her job after they got married -- it was imprudent for the bosses wife to be in such a lowly position. So her time was spent at home, alone, and terribly bored. She took to reading and sunning herself, or shopping with her husbands endless bank account.
In the summer of 2011, Brian bought his wife a new house as a way to entertain her. His old house and furniture had been what his ex-wife had picked out, and after much begging, Brian saw that Abbey was right in wanting a new start. Her favorite part of the house was the back yard -- large, hedged in with beautiful bushes, and a massive pool that overflowed into a hot tub for the winters. On a hot summers day, Abbey could almost always be found lounging in the chaises, sipping cocktails and reading until she either passed out or was too burned. But her favorite part of the neighborhood? Her next door neighbor. He was gorgeous, positively delicious. She'd seen him in passing, as they both walked out to their cars or as she carried in groceries. There was always a friendly wave and smile, or perhaps a courteous hello, but never a formal meeting. He was an exotic fantasy in her mind.. a handsome man with a body the total opposite of her boring husband. But it was just that. A fantasy. Or was it?
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