It was in the year Nineteen Seventy-Six that a beautiful woman named Janet Thompson was laying on a couch inside the office of a psychiatrist when she had let out a sigh and said, "To tell the truth, Doctor. I really do not know what is wrong with me. I mean, whenever I have that dream of Tom and Trina Decker stepping into my house with no clothes on and me watching that man hungry hussy stick her finger into my pie and let my own husband Roger have sex with that… that…!"
That was before the doctor had raised his hand and said, "I believe that the word you are looking for happens to rhyme with the word 'witch' and I am beginning to see your problem. You are totally upset with the Millers because of the fact that their new neighbors happen to have an open marriage and both you and Roger are unable to have one which is making you become jealous and…!"
But before the doctor could say one more word, Janet laughed and said, "I really am sorry to interrupt you like this. But there is something else that I should tell you right now. You see, as soon as Trina started to have sex with my Roger, her husband Tom had pulled down my panties and shoved his… into my… while he sucks on my… I just can not say the words!"
"Which happens to be understandable. Tell me, Janet. Has it ever dawned on you that you just happen to be… shall we say… overly conservative?", asked the doctor just before a suddenly realizing Janet had placed a hand on her forehead, took a deep breath and said, "It does sound like it. Does it?"
And after the doctor had nodded his head in response, Janet cleared her throat and asked, "What do I need to do?", before the doctor gave Janet some travel brochures and answered, "If you are to ask me, I really do believe that a change of scenery would do you some good right now."
A couple of months later, Bruce and Susan Miller had got a postcard from the Thompson family in Phoenix, Arizona which was also an apology for causing the Millers and the Deckers nothing but grief while they were living in the North Shore.
