Disclaimer: I do not own the Sims.
It's Raining Brad Burbs by SClownzZzZz
Chapter One: Suspicious Behavior
It was a beautiful day in the Burb household. The sun was shining, and Tucker was running around in circles on the front lawn. The Burbs-Brad, Tiffany and Johnny-were eating breakfast at the kitchen table. Normally, Tiffany was so caught up getting ready for work that she did not have the time to join them, but since today was Saturday, the Burbs enjoyed a nice family meal together.
After clearing their plates Johnny went outside to join Tucker, leaving Brad alone with Tiffany in the kitchen. Brad was sitting at the kitchen table watching his wife clean the dishes when something caught his eye.
"I don't remember buying you that necklace," Brad blurted out.
"Oh this?" Tiffany replied, placing her right hand over the golden necklace, "Why-of course you did, you bought me this for my birthday remember?"
Brad looked puzzled, "I don't remember that-"
"Why sure you did Brad, you don't honestly think that somebody else who looks exactly like you gave it to me now do you?" Tiffany cut off.
"Well, I guess not," Brad replied, feeling somewhat confused about Tiffany's sudden outburst.
As the day went on, Tiffany began to act stranger and stranger around Brad.
Brad Burb was worried; he suspected that something was wrong with Tiffany. Every day she came home from work exhausted. As the weeks went on Tiffany came home from work later and later each day. Brad asked her if something was wrong at her business, but each time Tiffany gave him the cold shoulder.
What worried Brad Burb the most was when Tiffany snuck out at twelve midnight on Saturdays and didn't come back home for a few hours. He suspected something was up, but being Brad Burb, he never consulted her about it.
Finally, one day, he had enough. After Tiffany snuck out of the Burb's house Brad got out of bed, and walked over to the wardrobe. With a quick spin Brad changed into his hip, new high fashion clothes and headed towards the door.
Brad past by Johnny's bedroom, finding him collapsed on the floor. "Hmm," Brad thought, "I probably should hire a babysitter-but I'll only be gone for a few hours." And with that, Brad continued down the spiral staircase and stepped out of the house.