I looked at my clock. 2:17 am. I wondered what woke me. As my eyes adjusted I saw him. Jax was in my room."What are you doing in here? Get out!" Don't...be mad Anna, I'm lonely."My heart started to pound. He sounded drunk."GET THE FUCK OUT! or I'm telling my mom!!"I switched on the small lamp by my bed. Jax was in his boxers and his bulge was obvious I pulled the covers tight around me and sat up."Look if you get out now, this can stay between us. I won't tell. Please just go."His eyes burned. “Hey!” I said, “You wanted me to come. If you didn’t want them back... ?”“But ... we were having so much fun.”“Really?”“Something new to complain about.”“Why?”“Wives complain ... it’s a law.”“Really?”“How else do husbands know they’re idiots if wives don’t complain?”“Yeah,” said Zoe.“The rule,” said Cynthia, “is this ... men marry hoping their wives never change. Wives marry to change their men.”“I must have missed something when we were children.”And Tyche said, “According to mom and Auntie. It had chapati and curry in it."Have it now please."I sat on the bed, staring at the food. Felt like sobbing again."You are too soft-hearted Bhiya." She said.I nodded in agreement."Let me help you," she said and started feeding me a morsel of food. I started eating slowly, looking at her. I told her the food is tasty. She has taken a bath and wore a green sari now. After feeding me the lunch, she left for the basin for washing hands. I stayed on the bed and watched her sweet ass walking. They would arrive tomorrow morning.For the next day, we just walked the beach and watched the kids play. We also talked an awful lot about what would be involved in the oncoming election campaign. One of the things that Brew had said was that any vacations we had during the campaign season had to be in the district, and those were going to be photo opportunities as well. No flying off to our multimillion-dollar island vacation home. No, we needed to do some family activities in the area. You.