Red Stained Collar

Red Stained Collar

The alarm clock lets out a lively tune signaling the beginning of the day.
Positive or negative, what tune will the day decide to play?
Rolling out of bed in the morning is a chore all on its own,
especially when you’re thirty-eight and beginning to ache in every bone.

Ryan walks slowly with his head down towards the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
He walks by a mirror in the hallway and notice his age is beginning to show awfully.
Starting to develop a little guy, develop some gray hairs and now have winkles underneath the eyes,
at this pace, he will soon be in a grave as everyone that knows him weeps and says their goodbyes.

Now in the kitchen, Ryan starts up a pot of coffee as the family cat rubs against his legs begging for a treat.
He immediately gives her what she wants since saying no to her is an impossible feat.
With the coffee now brewing, he heads towards the bathroom to get ready for the day,
as out of the corner of his eye he notices a bible sitting on the kitchen table, he hasn’t picked one up in ages, in fact he no longer ever prays.
Religion has taken a back seat in his life and no longer has any importance to him.
Maybe that is why his outlook on life is turning rather grim.
“Impossible,” he thinks, “God isn’t real and has no effect on my life.
I’ve earned everything I have myself, my career, my nice house and beautiful wife,
It was all my doing and I can take pride in knowing that.
My kids are well behaved and far from being brats.
They are doing well in school
And will one day be very successful and have careers that are both well-paying and cool.”

Ryan enters into the bathroom and starts up the shower making sure the water is nice and hot.
He just stands in the scorching water for a few minutes rubbing his back since it contains a knot.
He could use a nice massage and may go for one later on today.
Maybe he will go for an hour long one, it doesn’t matter how much he has to pay.
Whatever it takes to get the knot out of his back.
Maybe it would help him kick his addiction to Prozac.
His doctor claims he needs it to help him feel better about life,
but every day he still gets an urge to stand himself in the heart with a knife.
If the pill doesn’t help him to feel better why keep on taking it day in and day out?
Something else is missing from Ryan’s life, no doubt.

Ryan turns off the water and exits the shower.
He gets out of bed and ready for work every day but has no idea where he finds the power.
Ryan puts on his best cologne and favorite white dress shirt,
along with a flashy tie that causes all the woman in the office to eye him up and approach him to flirt.

Now fully dressed, he exits the bathroom and returns to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee before heading off to work.
Being a powerful executive isn’t all glamor but certainly is better than being a minimum wage making clerk.
Now with a cup of coffee in his hand, his wife, freshly out of bed herself comes up to him and gives him a kiss.
She tells him not to work too long because at home he will be missed.
She comments on his shirt and tells him it’s one of her favorites.
She notices the pain in his eyes and tells him to cherish the times he has at work and favor them since they won’t last forever.

He kisses his wife back and finished up his cup of coffee before heading out.
He’s running a bit late, he will have to settle for not taking the scenic route.
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Now at work he finds himself sitting comfortable at his desk in his private office.
He always keeps his blinds closed and his door locked since he can’t be too cautious.
He doesn’t want to get caught.
His family’s forgiveness for what he does here…can’t be bought.
He feels disgusted with himself and wishes he could stop,
but he knows he can’t if he wants to remain on top.
If life would be over if he put an end to it.
She would make sure his life took a massive hit.

A knock on the door interrupts his day dreams,
as he remembers he has a meeting in two hours with his entire sales team.
He quickly gets up to answer the door.
He already knows who it is, she comes every day looking for more.
His lover, his friend, more so his mistress, his whore,
keeping her a secret has become a mighty big chore.

He opens the door as a beautiful, blonde, young woman quickly comes inside locking to door behind her.
At the same time, every work day, the same event recurs.
She always wears a skimpy little dress,
that barely hides her skimpy little thong that always a wet mess.
Her hair is long and blonde and flows naturally whenever she walks.
Her body is flawless from her clear complexion on her beautiful face down to her long, athletic legs and nice plump buttock.
Her smile is infectious and draws him right in.
Whenever she is around, he can’t help but grin.
She always smells as great as she looks.
On top of that, she’s a great cook.
At just twenty-one she has her whole life in front of her,
But for some reason keeps coming back to him, it’s a situation he can’t believe continues to occur.
She started with the company at nineteen as an intern and immediately made herself available to him.
Two years later the affair continues on even while his outlook on life continues to decay and look rather grim.
Something is missing in his life and he knows it but can’t put his finger on it.
He continues to search for the answer every day and refuses to quit.

His mistress hugs him and kisses him on the lips before going up and down his neck.
The most reckless they have ever been is getting busy after work one day on her back deck.
Anyone could have seen them and it’s a chance he won’t take anymore.
It doesn’t stop him for doing her on her kitchen floor.

Now done kissing him, she drops his pants and bends over his desk begging him to give it to her.
She has already been wet for hours and is dying for him to make her purr.
Unable to control himself he trusts himself hard into her and starts to pound her hard,
but this time is different and he’s caught off guard.
A picture sits on his desk he forgot to put away.
Suddenly he’s not feeling so eager to play.

A picture of his wife and two kids stare him down as he’s inside another woman.
His grin turns to a frown as he no longer feels like a worthy human.
Tears begin to build up in his eyes as he quickly finishes not wanting to continue on the affair any longer,
but he knows he can’t quit it, he’s too weak and needs to be a lot stronger.
His soul cries out in pain wanting him to stop.
His heart aches begging him to stop.
His mind factures urging him to stop.
His blood flows in torment demanding him to stop.
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Ryan pulls into the driveway of his home after a long day of work.
He never comes home smiling, he always feels like a jerk.
He doesn’t contain enough energy to even let out a smirk.
He goes through the same daily motions like clockwork.

He enters his home and his greeted by his wife who hugs him and gives him a kiss,
but quickly backs away from him as something is amiss.
Tears begin to fall from her eyes as she shakes her head in disbelief.
She quickly becomes overcome with grief
while looking at Ryan like he’s a no-good thief.

He asks her what’s wrong as she points to his shirt.
A red lip stick stain is present on his collar.
Since his rendezvous this morning,
he’s been carrying around a red stained collar.