DWP - first line: prompt

(Warning: contains indecent language; reader's discretion is advised.)

The burglar moves through the house having disabled with ease the complicated alarm system and proceeded to climb the winding staircase. The master bedroom is at the end of the long hallway but he knows where the “goodies” are. The safe is in the master study located to the right past the master bedroom, up in the split level floor. Just before he makes the turn, he surveys the entirety of the large living room below, admiring the well appointed furnishings and interior decoration. He loves his new infra-red goggles, and he loves that he can see all these in stark darkness.

He turns the corner and slips quietly inside the study making practically no noise, except for the very soft click of the door knob as he locks it once he is inside. He looks out the wide bay window behind the large mahogany desk and surveys the grounds below. His brows furrow when he sees a Lexus SUV parked just behind the rose garden, seemingly in there so as not to be noticed. He knows the “master” of the house is supposed to be out of the country and the rest of the family, the wife and two sons, are spending the night in their condo in the city. He knows the Lexus does not belong there. And it is unlikely the grounds keeper of this property owns a Lexus. He stands for a while and focuses on trying to hear any any tell-tale signs of someone inside the house.

When he does not hear anything, he walks to the walk-in closet where the master keeps his business suits. He kneels down on the floor, lifts the corner of the expensive area rug and a square opening with a mechanical lock is revealed. He carefully enters the combination numbers and he smiles when he hears the small click. He lifts the lid and shoves his arm to the very bottom drawer where he retrieves a small box.

The box is lined with expensive velvet and in it rests a diamond studded necklace. He smiles as he takes the necklace and raises it, the bulk of it, the yellowish pendant swaying and sparkling even in the dark, all of its 300 karats. He fishes out a leather pouch from the side pocket of his pants, kisses the pendant before putting it inside the pouch. He unzips his jacket and places the pouch in a zippered secret pocket. He closes the floor safe and replaces the area rug. He looks out the window and sees that the SUV is still there. He leaves the study and cautiously walks down the hallway.

It is when he hears moaning sounds, softly at first and as his ears strain to find out where the sound comes from, the moaning gradually grew louder and it's coming from the master bedroom. His pulse quickens, nobody is supposed to be at home, more so the mistress of the house. He walks past the master bedroom and enters another room and opens a door that leads to a narrow space, a secret passageway which leads to the walk-in closet of the master bedroom. He can hear the woman’s moaning, now coupled with the heavy breathing of a man. Blood rushes to his head. In the darkness of the room, he sees them, the woman lying prostrate on the large round bed, the man on top, behind her, in the culminating moment of their sex act.

“The asshole has no idea what’s happening when he’s away,” the woman says as she shifts her position and goes on top of the man now lying on his back. They both laugh as they caress each other, calling “him” stupid, idiot, cuckold, dumb ass. "And I know he's going to give me a diamond necklace for my birthday!"

"Ohhh," the man says, "but this is better than his diamond, isn't it?"

He can’t take it anymore. He takes out the Smith & Wesson, switches on the light and aims the gun at the couple on the bed. He smiles at the horror in their faces upon seeing him. Two gun shots ring and envelope the whole room briefly.

He quickly leaves the house, runs to the back garden and out into the wooded area of the property. At a clearing, he recovers his mountain bike and pedals away a good five kilometres before encountering an oncoming pick-up truck. The truck makes a U turn and slows down, slow enough to enable him to throw his bike in the back, open the passenger door and get in.

"The bitch was there," he casually tells the driver. He opens his jacket and takes out the pouch with the diamond necklace. "And you suspected correctly. She was having an affair."

"Did you see who it was?" the driver asks, in an equally even voice.

"Yup," he says then places the necklace on her lap, and his hand travels inside her skirt, and he smiles at what he finds, and he kisses her shoulder, and then he quietly says, "your fucking husband."