Soothing, this hair brushing.
If he was ever a real housewife he'd play the part well, already content and used to masculinity caring for him.
Loved having his hair brushed out by caring loving and arousingly large strong hands.
'I like him.'
'I don't.'
'And Rose likes him.'
'Even worse.'
'Great album.'
'Stop spewing nonsense. i don't approve of him and he's not to be near Rose ever again!'
'Woobsy...'
'Don't sweet talk me.'
'Woobsy, give him a chance.'
Wade tossed the hair brush aside and folded his arms into a decent tantrum. 'I refuse.'
'You gave ME a chance.'
'That's different.'
'How so?'
'Must I say it?'
'Yeah.'
'Because you're my American favorite.'
'Big sweetie Bar.'
'Quiet, you.'
'Well, maybe Spike is Rosie's favorite American, did you ever think about that?'
'I've thought and it gives me more headache than you do.'
'My best Grouch. You don't have to be buddies with him, but please, for Rosie at least, TALK to them,okay?'
'Rrrrrr.'
'Please,Woobsy?'
'Right then but you owe me.'
'A hundred kisses?'
'One million, each night for the rest of our lives.'
'I'll start now!'
One huge smacking smooch.
A great big loving grin.
Another kiss, a dozen more.
Plenty to look forward to.