Their new foster child would be arriving today. He chuckled softly to himself just thinking about it. He never understood why the woman insisted on bringing them in. It's not like she actually cared for them.
Just last week she'd taken Dawn, her daughter, and Janice, their only other foster for the moment, shopping. In any other home, that probably would have been a stellar after school activity. But what did the bloody bint do? She took them out of school and trussed them up like trollops.
He shook his head at his last thought. He didn't understand her. She's so insecure about him and his libido around the girls, yet she brings them home and shows them off to him like they're a parade of harlots.
He'd not been able to get along with Buffy lately. All the fighting was getting to him. If he was to be honest, so was the sex. Decent hard shags were always well and good, but with her? It just wasn't worth it. He was so tired of her shit, and he just couldn't get into it with her anymore.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about it getting worse this time around. The new one was male. She never worried about the lads. Thank bloody God for that too. He was bound to rip somebody's head off soon if he had to deal with the estrogen patrol one more day without backup.
He shuddered in revulsion as a shrill yell coming from the house cut through his musings. He dropped his tools, and with a resigned sigh stood up from his position hunched over the old Desoto he'd been working on in the garage. His baby provided him with his only respite these days. With one final fond pat to her hood, he walked off in search of his wife.