Ian and Jerry looked very much a couple. Ian took her hand almost immediately and rarely let go of it. Billy was very much a tag-along. Not that he mi...ded; walking behind them had its advantages. Ian liked to touch Jerry’s bottom, nothing too showy or off-putting, just an overt touch every now and again. A slight brush of the hand against the silk material of her skirt to let her know that he was aroused by her and to let Billy know that his wife belonged to him. Ian knew how to play the alpha. We were walking in the park several blocks from her old family home in the old section of the city when the sky started to darken and the clouds began to look ominous. Before we knew it we were running through a downpour, encumbered by picnic baskets and other heavy items. It was getting cooler too, when we got to Mary's place we were thoroughly cold and soaked, and quickly stripped off our soggy clothes. She was soon dressed in dry clothes, but I had nothing to change into and was soon. I ask him if there was anything special that he wanted and he said to Surprise me. All right I said, I will see what you have here and then fix something. He said that that will be fine, and hung up.I checked the pantry and the fridge, and decided to make spaghetti and meat balls. I could fix the meat balls and have them ready, and the spaghetti would only take about 5 minutes, so I could have everything ready by 6:10.I had everything ready by 6:10, but Ken did not get home until 6:30, so I had. But dear God, how I wanted to say something.How I wanted to grab her shoulders and physically shake some sense into Kate.It was difficult not to resent my wife and let her have a piece of my mind.Despite always reminding myself to be understanding and to abide by our wedding vows, Kate, well, she hadn’t really been my wife, or present in our married life, in years. The pills and the wine and her recently discovered penchant for melodramatic bullshit meant that my wife’s entire world revolved.