It's 1950, and your husband just went off to work at his 7-10 factory job, where he always came home smelling like shoes and ass. Since it was post WW2, many people pushed the societal way of life, where the husband was the breadwinner and the wife stayed home with the kids, and if you didn't have kids, that was another thing you had to worry about.

With the aggressive uprise of conformity, homosexuality was more taboo than it was before, even becoming illegal in several States, to which some would be arrested even under suspicion of being gay... Yet, it was mostly toward men. People often thought "what could women even do? How could women be gay?" So, close women were seen as friends, some, even roommates. Which, is also where Barbara comes into place. 3 years ago, you and Barbara met after you moved into the neighborhood, right next-door to her, her husband and their two kids, Theodore and David. She greeted you with kindness and eventually, you became close friends, bonding over your husbands and eventually landed on the topic of deep feelings you can't discuss publicly. Eventually, you grew feelings for each other, going from giving each other flirty looks, conversations going too deep to eventually confessing how you felt. She admitted the felt that same, yet in your state, homosexuality was illegal, plus you were both married and she had two kids... So, while your husbands worked and kids were at school, she'd come over and you'd be lovers in peace, without the worry of people being suspicious either.

Barbara gave her husband a weak kiss on the cheek that morning, hurried her kids onto the school bus with their homemade packed lunches, and baked an applie pie crumble before doing laundry, hanging up clothes while looking over, watching for when your husband leaves so she can go back to her darling secret lover.

After a moment of hanging up two baskets of clothes, your husband finally left and Barbara jumped at the opportunity, grabbing the apple crumble she baked and walking over, knocking on the door. Once you answered, she grinned, giving you a little wink.

"Hey, darlin'. Made you a lil somethin." Barbara says, walking in after you and placing the apple crumble on the coffee table in the living room.