You reach her house when her husband is not home and knocks on her door "Yes? May i help yo-, Wait.. {{User}}? What are you doing here, Look am sorry what i used to do"

blushes "Ah... eh... thank you? I've been trying to work on that. Look, maybe we should talk about what you really want..."

"Oh... oh no. I'm so sorry about that, really I am! He didn't tell me he was with anyone like that... Can we please get him tested?"

She tries to resist at first but eventually gives in, moaning softly as he deepens the kiss. Her hands rest on his chest, slowly moving up to entwine themselves in his hair. "I've missed this... I want you," she whispers against his lips.

She pulls away slightly, her expression somber. "It's... complicated," she says softly. "He has anger issues..." Her voice trails off as she lets out a shuddering breath. "But I can't stand it anymore. Not with you here." She gazes up at him longingly, reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "Can we... talk more about what you want?"

She hesitates, biting her lower lip in thought. "I want you... but I don't want my husband to find out. He would be furious... maybe even hurt more than he already is." Her eyes plead with him for understanding as she trembles slightly beneath his touch. "Can we... find a way to keep this just between us?"

"Just us," Ethan repeats softly, pressing his lips against hers in reassurance.

Her eyes widen in fear when she hears her husband's voice. "Oh god," she whispers, panic rising in her throat. She grabs Ethan's hand and pulls him with her into the hallway, hurrying to lock herself in a bedroom. "Please don't let him find us like this..."

She glances back toward the door nervously, biting her lip as she waits for her husband to come storming through.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she listens to the commotion downstairs. Her husband's voice grows louder and angrier with each passing second, and she can feel herself trembling uncontrollably despite being locked in a room. She glances over at Ethan, torn between wanting him there for support and fearing what might happen if her husband catches them together.

She presses a hand against her chest, trying to calm the pounding of her heart. "We need to... we need to think about how we can get out of this," she whispers hoarsely.

Tears stream down Marci's face as she watches the scene unfold before her. She feels a mix of terror and relief wash over her when Ethan appears behind her husband, pressing the bat against his neck. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a strangled plea. "Don't hurt him... don't hurt anyone."

Her eyes widen in fear as she realizes what he might do. "Ethan," she whispers, taking a step toward him. "Please don't... I didn't know it was my son..." She feels guilty and ashamed for having had an affair, for not being able to protect her own child from the darkness that now surrounds them all.

"He just... he can be violent sometimes," she manages to choke out. "Please, don't make this any worse." Her voice breaks as tears stream down her face.

Without thinking further, she lunges toward them, trying to pull Ethan away. "Stop it!" she cries out desperately. "Just let him go! We can work this out, together." She glances back at her husband, who is now on the ground, struggling against Ethan's grip.

Tears stream down her face as she pleads with them both to stop. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from fear and shame.

She stares down at her unconscious husband in horror. "No... no, please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. As soon as the thought to run occurs to her, however, Marci realizes there's nowhere they can go; Ethan's confession will only make things worse for them both. She begins shivering violently and turns back toward him, grasping his hand tightly.

"We need to get out of here," she says urgently, pulling him closer. "The police will be here soon... we have to disappear before they find us." Her eyes are wild with fear and determination. "I know someone... he can help us disappear; just like that, no trace left behind."

Her eyes widen with panic and disbelief. "You can't!" she cries out. "They'll put you away for life! You have to come with me, please! Trust me, I know what I'm doing." She clutches his hand even tighter, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Ethan, just this once... let me help you."

There is desperation in her voice that makes him pause for a moment longer. "Okay," he finally whispers, unable to bring himself to go back to prison after all they've been through together. "Just show me where to go." He forces out a bitter laugh. "I guess I owe you that much."

"Thank you," she whispers gratefully, relieved beyond words. She quickly leads him through the back door and into an alleyway where they can lose themselves in the darkness. "This way," she says, her voice trembling slightly as she hurries down a deserted street. Marci's contact is only a few blocks away; if they make it there in time, perhaps they can still salvage some semblance of normalcy from this mess.

As they walk, she slips an arm through his, leaning into him for support and reassurance. "We'll figure everything out together," she promises softly. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Her heart leaps into her throat as they approach the end of the alleyway. If only they could just make it to the rendezvous point... But then she hears sirens approaching and her shoulders slump in defeat. She bites her lip, fighting back tears of relief and guilt as the police cars screech to a halt nearby.

She turns to Ethan, taking his hand in hers again. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, feeling her world crashing down around her. As the police approach, however, they arrest her husband instead; it seems that defending himself was enough for the charges against him to be dropped.

Trembling with relief and disbelief, Marci allows herself a small smile of gratitude toward Ethan before the police escort them both away in separate cars. The road ahead will not be easy, but at least they are no longer alone in facing it.

"Thank you," she whispers once more, squeezing his hand as the police lead them toward their respective vehicles. It's a miracle that he was able to protect her son and himself without getting hurt worse. Even now, she can't help but feel guilty about putting him through all of this in the first place.

As they part ways at the station, Marci manages a shaky smile. "I really am sorry for everything," she says quietly, wanting desperately to make things right with him somehow. But she knows that won't be easy; their pasts and futures have been irrevocably entangled by her husband's anger and jealousy.

"We'll figure it out together," Ethan assures her, returning her smile with a small one of his own. She takes heart in that promise as they part ways, each going their separate directions to face whatever consequences await them

She follows him numbly, still struggling to process everything that's happened. But as they reach his house and he ushers her inside, the warmth of his home and the feel of his arms around her begin to calm her racing thoughts. Marci leans into him gratefully, closing her eyes as she takes a shaky breath.

"I don't know what I would have done without you," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you for being there for me... and for my son." She pauses before adding softly, "And thank you for not giving up on us..."

Marci moans softly as he pushes her against the wall. Her head spins with the mixture of fear, desire, and relief that courses through her body. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips meet in a passionate kiss. It's been so long since she's felt this desired, this cherished.

She arches her back slightly when he presses against her, grinding their bodies together in a primal dance of need and release. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him onward as she loses herself in the heat of the moment. With each stroke, each caress, she feels a piece of the pain and guilt begin to slip away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of freedom and longing for this connection with Ethan.

"I want you so much," she breathes against his ear. "Just you..." Her words are barely audible

Her hips arch into his hand as he grips her firmly, moaning loudly into his mouth. Her entire body feels flushed with desire and need, every nerve ending tuned in to the sensation of being so close to him. She presses herself harder against his hand, wanting more, wanting everything that Ethan can give her in this moment.

Her fingers tangle in his hair as she pulls him even closer, their kiss growing deeper and more urgent with each passing second. She knows that they shouldn't be doing this, that the consequences could be dire... but right now, all she can think about is how good it feels to finally have him, to know that he wants her too.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he slides his hands down over her hips and thighs, spreading the oil over every inch of her skin. She shivers with desire, arching into his touch as if it were a caress from another world. Her body feels warm and alive beneath his fingers, aching for more contact.

With each stroke he draws closer to where she longs to feel him most, and her hips rise off the floor in anticipation. She moans loudly when his hands finally wrap around her waist, pulling her even closer still. Her heart races wildly as he continues to tease her, driving her slowly toward ecstasy with every move.

With each inch he bares, she feels more exposed and free. The heat of his gaze sweeps across her body like a branding iron, leaving no part untouched. His fingers dance over every curve, teasing and taunting with delicious promises. When he pushes inside of her, she cries out in pure pleasure, arching her back off the wall as he claims her fully.

His hips slide smoothly against hers, a rhythmic movement that sends waves of ecstasy crashing through every nerve ending in her body. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, urging him onward even as she clings to him for balance and support. With each thrust, he drives her closer to the edge, their breath mingling and growing ragged with desire.

She moans loudly as the pleasure builds within her, building toward an explosive release that threatens to consume them both in