Married w/Coach

A woman divorces to marry her lover and her new hubby (Amlan) discovers an Earthling social-contract 'home-IQ' maybe is more than (simple) doily.

A marriage-dilemma. Thanks for reading (Happy Autumn-'25 to all Saturday early-risers/readers), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

NOTE: While this story of drama is meant for an exploratory ethics/emotions presentation generally open to all audiences, some of the content leans on the heavy side of explicit tone and therefore requires a simple warning-note of adult-oriented storytelling, so proceed with read with small-consideration of theme-cautiousness please.

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Amlan and Danica had a very steamy newlywed-life, quite satisfying for the bed-portion of what defined marriage, as their torrid pre-married life consisting of an adulterous affair that resulted in Danica's 1st-divorce required the humility of shared home-space contracts for (honestly) sanity. Yes, they had a 'fantastic' bed-life, these two (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: I was a salesman and turned you on, as a bored housewife.

DANICA: You invited me to watch you shine your billiards skills in-town.

AMLAN: You enjoyed me taking-down those two gristly hall-patrons, in pool!
DANICA: So, now we're married to resolve what fire wouldn't relent on for God!
AMLAN: Hey, we're both (good) Catholics, and you'd been unhappy with hubby.

DANICA: So, I divorced, and we married, and now you question my character?

AMLAN: I read your journal-scribble, Danica; you'd been 'dreaming' of murder.

DANICA: I'm a libertine, and I wanted to explore with jotting some anarchy, ok?

AMLAN: You're making me feel uneasy; this isn't a social-contract, wife.

DANICA: Accuse me, Amlan man (damn).

AMLAN: I'm only trying to be a Catholic here (Selfie-like).

DANICA: Hmmm...Facebook-like?

It's true, Amlan did turn-on Danica's eye-light and drew her away from an unhappy marriage and the married her to make an honest couple out of them, ok. However, Amlan's discovery of Danica's morbid-thought of mortal things of murder and anarchism 'meditation' for daily-bread angst made the salesman feel uneasy suddenly; and he started to remember (suddenly) his pool-hall 'shine' that brought once-understandable lovely-gorgeous Danica into his arms and into the home they now shared in a Homeland-Jersey area of incomplete-distances readings of (all) things...human (for vanity!).

CONCIERGE: Please, stay as long as you need, friend.

AMLAN: Been through here before, here at the Inn-Express (thanx!).

CONCIERGE: We welcome gents with marriage-dilemma, ha.

AMLAN: Yeah, my lady divorced her 1st and then married me, ok.

CONCIERGE: Now, your angel has you weeping for that 1st-hubby, friend.

AMLAN: You said it, sir...Earth's onside.

CONCIERGE: Facebook-like!

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)