Surubia 1.3 and 1.4

Chapter 3: Thoughts Turn to Actions
As Ina watched out her window, thinking about her marriage (if you could even call it that) she saw the front door to a house across the street (and one house down) open.

Jack O'Day stepped out onto his front stoop. He was the exact opposite of her husband. Bright, curly red hair surrounded a round, friendly face that sat atop a body built for blue collar work.

He didn't have a shirt on, and his broad, furry chest made it impossible to look away.

So she didn't.

Chapter 4: Hello, Jack
It had to have been the wine. The wine had made her walk out of the house, and across the street. Her buzzed (but hopefully not glazed over) eyes were locked on one target.

Jack.

"Howdy neighbor!" She was glad her voice wasn't slurred. "The wife home?"

Jack turned to greet her, a polite smile on his face. "She's down at the church. They're getting ready for bingo night."

His wife, Linda, was a nasty shrew of a woman who still used words like "harlot". Her and Jack were as Catholic as one could be living outside of the Vatican.

Well, except for their complete lack of children.

Ina crossed her arms, knowing that her forearms would give her breasts a little extra leverage.

"Bingo night? Sounds like fun." She tried her best not to sound sarcastic.

"It's simple, but we tend to like simple." Jack ran his big, work worn hand through his hair. "Simple things for simple folks." His eyes kept darting to her cleavage.

At that moment, to Ina, simple was looking pretty good.