My wife started to film herself eating, written by, dooding underscore about.

I swear it all started out innocently enough.

My wife Carol and I had fallen on hard times due to the pandemic.

She'd gotten laid off from her position and my hours had been cut due to our clients

tightening up their purses the last couple of years.

We had a toddler, Marsha, and a cat to feed as well as ourselves, eating up our savings.

And we didn't want to be out of a home, so I guess you could say we were pretty terrified.

One night, while we were sitting at home, she had, at least I thought, jokingly talked about creating an only fans.

We toyed with the idea of it and eventually her face got more serious and she started talking numbers.

Now, don't get me wrong, I loved Carol.

I trusted her and honestly, we could use the money.

We talked for a while longer about it and what our boundaries were on.

We agreed that it wouldn't be anything outright looted or erotic.

And she suggested the idea of eating in front of a camera.

Apparently it's a thing.

Whatever I guess, I agreed.

It seemed harmless enough.

At least it started out harmless.

We set up a camera in our spare office facing the desk.

And every other night, she would order takeout and eat in there while filming.

She would post it wherever online.

And things carried on normally like this for a couple of months.

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