With my adrenalin flowing, and my dick hard in my pants, I clumsily climb behind the dryer, only to realize I left the screwdriver on the washer, I st...ndup and grab the screwdriver. I bend back down and start to loosen the clamp. I hear Debbie walking down the stairs and say "How's it going down here?" "Just finishing up." I reply. "I hope it wasn't too difficult." She says. "Nope not at all, other than forgetting my screwdriver," I added. "I borrowed one out of your tool box , I hope you don't. He wasalways careful to be out of the way before Marla came back from thebathroom. Moving downstairs, Ken generally let the baby sleep while heput on coffee and made breakfast for Marla and himself. Marla camedownstairs in black slacks and a tailored jacket with a black silk blouseunderneath. Her makeup was light and natural, in contrast to Ken?s1950?s style paint job. While Marla ate and read the paper, Ken finishedprepping the diaper bag with milk, snacks, diapers and anything. First of all, what's your problem?" My problem? Not our problem?" No Gary, your problem. State it, I want to hear just what it is." You walk away from me at a party, go into Jake's bedroom and hours later you send him out to tell me to go home and that you will be along later and you don't think WE have a problem? The problem is supposed to be just mine?" Well it certainly isn't mine. I'm not the one who said, "Sure Jake, you can fuck my wife if you make me a vice president. That was all you. “It’s wet,” Sam complained.“I just wore it shoveling snow.” Max shook her head. “Here, let me go towel it off. Alex, stop embarrassing everyone.”“I thought I was only embarrassing myself,” Alex murmured. “You never said if I could have them sent here.”“I really don’t think I’m capable of stopping you,” I joked. Alex cocked her head and pursed her lips.“No, you really aren’t,” she said. “What’s the postal--I’ll just check Google.” She slapped herself lightly in the forehead. “You don’t need to.