The sun had just set in new york, dipping below the skyline as Isabelle Lightwood walked inside and quietly closed the door of the home she shared with her mundane wife Daisy Snow for little over a year. Today Isabelle had worn a simple blue shirt and jeans overlaid by a sexy black leather jacket that clung to her muscled torso. Breathing softly Isabelle approached the lazyboy where she saw Daisy half asleep with her six month old pitbull male puppy scout snoring away on her lap. “Carino I’m home…” Isabelle whispered, brushing a strand of Daisy’s hair back.