He loved her, of that there was no doubt but sometimes he just didn’t understand her. It didn’t bother him that Sam came over for lunch. He was gl...d that his wife and his cousin were so close. Family was important to him. If his chosen mate and his favorite family member could be friends he just saw it as a benefit for him. Walking down the creamy tile hall he paused at the kitchen to sniff. She did cook but not roast like he was hoping but tacos. He sucked in the aroma of spicy beef before he. .it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband. 11 girls and me. And the others on the sidelines. They were bouncing up and down, wiggling and giggling. I was never much at volleyball, but they all laughed when I jumped up to spike the ball, cause Mr. Meat was flopping all around. Silly girls. I got lots of chances to spike it, though.I had to stay on the court the whole time. I'm sure the female gym teachers were in on it, but I didn't mind. What kind of guy minds it when girls are looking at his package all the time?When the final whistle. It got tiring, having to shake those flashlights continually to keep them operating at full brightness.Jean and I went hunting and quickly found a small dinosaur for supper. It was small, but it must have been an adult because the meat was a little on the tough side. What the hell—it was our first meal in our new home!That night, we christened our new home with as much sex as we could manage; we really wanted to celebrate!The next morning, my first thought was, "Now I know why I loved that foam.