I asked how come? She said that my snoring kept her awake and she decided to sleep on the couch last night. Before my wife headed up the stairs, I ask...d her when she left for the couch this morning. She said that my snoring wouldn’t let her go to sleep, so she spent the night on the couch. What the fuck? How could that be?She was gone up the stairs before I could ask anything else, so I sat down to eat. My daughter asked me if anything was wrong, because I must have looked perplexed. I told her. ....they must know we're foreigners and don't understand the local customs......" mumbled Jennifer. Jackson shook his head. "I'm afraid it makes no difference. This is not England. The laws here are rigid and draconian. You two are in serious trouble." The girls were close to panicking. "But....but surely you can do something as Consul......explain to the police....." cried Rachel. Again, Jackson looked grim. "I have to tell you that in this province, the penalty for your offence is....." He. She takes them on the weekends sometimes too, when she wants to sleep really well." So why is that so different from what I'm talking about?" Doug asked."Because even her subconscious is pretty out of it; it'd be like screwing a corpse, if you know what I mean," I said. Doug laughed, maybe a little too loud but I chalked that up to all the beer.After another half-hour I needed to take a leak pretty badly and asked Doug if I could use his bathroom. He'd been gradually slumping deeper into his. He had become her go-to man for things she needed to be done. It started with fixing the faucet in the sink or replacing the element in the dryer. He was handy and willing to give up his time to help her have a better life. How could she not start depending upon him and appreciating what he was doing for her?She began baking things that she knew he liked, as a small thank you to him. When his birthday came around, she got him a gift from Jimmy and her, of course. She got less and less shy about.