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It has been said that every person has some dark passion in his soul — some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen even by the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet sometimes these dark passions surface, and the headlines scream of someone’s anti-social behavior or, in some cases, illegal acts. In fact, hardly a day goes by without these hidden passions coming to the fore and resulting in big news.
MAKING HOUSEWIVES HAPPY is a dramatic representation of two women — both wives and both friends — who dare to let their most base desires come to the surface, who dare to indulge their taboo cravings. They are the exceptions in our society — people who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
“Home, sweet home,” Rita said as she unlocked the front door of her two-story mansion and ushered Alice into the foyer.
“Every time I come over here I turn green with envy,” Alice said. She paused in front of the foyer mirror to straighten the few strands of her red hair that the spring breeze had flicked out of place.
“Tell me another one,” Rita said. “Your house is even bigger than this monstrosity.” She checked her own brunette hair in the mirror. “Pam darling, are you here?”
No answer.
“She must have finished early and left,” Rita said. “Although I don’t see how she could have cleaned this place in two hours, it usually takes her all day. She’s such a petite little thing.”
“It would take me a month to clean this place,” Alice said. “And then I’d need about six months of bed rest to recover. So, where are the goodies?”
“Upstairs in the library,” Rita said. “Right this way.”
The two women removed their high heels and climbed the winding, plushly carpeted stairway in their stocking feet.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.