FIVE
"All the motives for murder are covered by four Ls: Love, Lust, Lucre and Loathing."
—P.D. James
JENNIE
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been seven days since my last Confession, in that time I have…"
"You have lied," Father Antony interrupted me.
"Yes, father and I…"
"You have killed, stolen, and much worse," he cut me off again. Only a man of God could do that and still have his tongue.
"You're going off script, father," I whispered, leaning against my seat. He could neither see me, nor I him, but I felt more comfortable. Not because I felt ashamed, more because I liked the darkness here; it was the only place I wasn't afraid of it. I liked the peace it gave me within the church.
"Yes, well I cannot offer you forgiveness." He sighed. "You've come in here once a week for the last year asking for the same thing. Yet neither I, nor God, can forgive you for something you do not truly wish forgiveness for. It doesn't work that way."
"May I continue, Father?" I asked him.
"Very well," he said.
"Since you have confessed my past sins for me, I shall confess my future ones." I felt the rage and hate crawl up inside me as I thought about it. "I will kill my mother. I swear it."
He was silent. We were both silent for what seemed like forever.
"Honor thy father and thy mother, Jennie. Of all sins to break among man, the one you speak of is…"
"Honor thy father and thy mother?" I snapped; it was my turn to cut him off. "Where is honor thy child? Why is that not written in stone somewhere for us to hold above our heads? Some fathers and mothers should not be honored! Some should not even be given the title."
"What was done to you, my child?" he whispered, but I didn't answer. Instead I stared out at the stained glass.
It made me think of my childhood.
"When I was a child, the church was the only place I felt at peace. I would lie in the pews and stare up at the paintings on the ceiling. Sometimes I would speak to God, sometimes I would dream, but often times I would think about my mom. Wishing she would come find me, worried because she couldn't find me in the house. I even prayed about it and God never answered. I knew that wasn't how it worked. But, I was angry. In my mind, he was Santa Claus, and the one thing I wanted, he wouldn't give me." I sighed at my own stupidity, "Here I am, years later, and my mother is alive and well."
"Is that not something to be thankful for?" he asked, slightly confused.
I looked to the screen blocking our faces. "Not when she is worse than I am…far worse, and sadly, I'm not being sarcastic."
"I see." I could feel his worry even though I couldn't see it. "Is there a sin I can ask the father to forgive, one in which you regret?"
I thought for a moment.
"I shot my wife." I said.
"Is she still alive?" he asked with amusement.
"Yes." For now. "She's still alive. I shot her out of anger, and I'm sorry for it. I abuse her often, actually."
"You don't seem regretful," he added.
"I am." That wasn't a lie. " I lov…I love her. But, I'm not good with caring for anyone but myself, my own needs. With each passing day, I notice more and more sex won't distract her."
"Distract her from what?"
I knew I set myself up for this, but I didn't want to think about it.
"Distract her from getting even closer to you," he answered his own question. "You love her, but you live a life of constant loss. You do not want to hurt her. You do not want to love her. You'd rather push her away because you want to have control over how you lose her…if you lose her."
I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to admit to it. But he was right. It was one of the reasons why I came back every week. He was the only one outside of the family that did not judge and could never speak about our conversations, even with a gun to his head.
"Yes, Father," I whispered finally.
"Pray to our mother for guidance and loving heart. Ask our father for the strength to forgive. Go and do these things, for you are forgiven, my child. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good."
"His mercy endures forever, Amen." I blessed myself before leaving my peaceful confessional at the back of the church.
I mentally sighed at the sight of Victoria and Mina, both sitting up front in the pews. Taking care of the family was trying—all their issues, their problems, hopes and fears. I wanted to go back into the confessional and just rest. But it was my job, mine and Lisa's, to take care of the family, to keep things going, to keep each other safe.
Despite all the killing we'd done, that really wasn't our role. We weren't hired killers. We were business people who sometimes had to bash a few heads in to make sure things got done.
That was part one.
Part two was to make sure the family was happy and safe. That meant listening and handling problems in their lives. Yes, there were times when we had to knock some sense into them, but that was the life.
My red heels echoed throughout the church as I walked right past them and towards the altar to light a candle before kneeling to pray. I believed in God, but talking to him was difficult. I was a conversation starter. I listened and reacted. Lisa was the talker.
I wasn't sure how long I had been kneeling there before I heard Victoria or Mina's cell phone vibrate for what had to be the ninth time. Rising, I turned to them; I wanted to chuck a motherfucking candle in one of their faces.
Do not kill in the lord's house. Do not kill in the lord's house.
"I'm sorry, it's Evelyn," Victoria whispered. "We're late for the charity brunch."
"We're Manobans, we're never late. Everyone else is early and impatient," I stated as I grabbed the phone from her and turned it off before taking my kneeling stance back at the altar.
But no sooner had my knees touched the pillow did Mina's phone go off. I turned towards her again, and the fear that crossed her face meant that she saw the hell I would unleash on her if she didn't shut her phone off immediately. She did, which only made my private phone go off.
Looking up at the cross, I sighed. "You see what I go through?"
LISA
"When did you get so good at hand-to-hand combat?" Nickhun snickered as I dodged Bambam's fist.
"I'll do my best not to take that as an insult." I grunted, blocking my face before jumping back and landing one to the side of Bambam's face.
He and I danced around the ring, staring down each other like hungry lions.
Over the last year, this had been my and Bambam's thing. After years of not speaking to each other, except when needed, we were working ourselves back to brotherly status. I wasn't sure how long that would take, but every Saturday, while my beautiful wife was at confession and her charity, we boxed. When Bambam was in his fighting mode, there was no speaking, just calculated attacks. He was almost like a robot. But in the moments in between our attempts at killing each other, there was a look or a smirk that passed between us. That smirk said far more than any words. We were in a much better place than we were a year ago.
"Isn't it obvious?" I asked, ducking down slightly as Bambam's fist came towards my jaw. "My wife tries to murder me every other week. A few of those times, have in fact led to combat…amongst other things."
"One day your dick is going to fall off. I'm just not sure what will castrate you first; the sex, or the fighting before the sex." Nickhun laughed.
"The sex," my father said from the sideline. "You do know the walls are thin enough that every sound carries, right? We all can hear you."
"I know, I just don't give a fuck." I tried to punch Bambam once more, but he blocked. "It's my damn house, if we want to make love in the center of the dining table at dinner, we shall."
"Please don't," he said.
"She puts a bullet in your thigh and you make love? I still don't understand your relationship. After a year, she still hasn't warmed up to you," Nickhun said as Bambam kicked into my side.
Of course he would think that. My Jen didn't show much emotion other than anger or fake kindness in public. However, it was different when we were alone. We had gone from murderous fuck buddies, to married couple. She let me hold her, which often led to more sex. But even after that, we'd fall asleep in each other's arms. She didn't say 'I love you' as often as I did, but when she did, it made me want to stay in bed with her forever. Love wasn't her thing. She struggled with it. How could they expect someone who never really received love to express it to others? I wasn't going to push her any more than I already had.
"How can you understand my relationship when you're just beginning to understand your own?" I grunted out as Bambam bore down on me. The damn giant.
"Prick," he yelled. "We're in therapy."
"Something I still do not agree with," Marco snapped. "I don't understand why you allowed such a thing, Lisa. Matters within the family should be handled by the family or a priest, if you insist."
"It has been helping. We're finally talking and not yelling anymore. There was so much I didn't see or simply overlooked. I've learned loving someone isn't enough," Nickhun said, and I could see Bambam smirk for a split second before I knocked it off his face.
"I allowed it. That wife of his destroyed a million dollars worth of equipment, with a baseball bat…my baseball bat. I almost preferred it when she gave all our money away to charities," I answered just before Bambam took me down.
"She gives because of her parents—it's the only way she feels needed. She likes being there for others because at least then they see her. If I told you how her parents treated her…" He sounded worse than me, and I was the one who was getting my face pounded in.
"Couldn't you have spoken to me and your aunt? We would have helped."
"Both of us would have felt like you were being judgmental. We know you wouldn't, but we wanted to speak to someone on the same playing field as us…"
"We're Manobans, no one is on the same damn playing field as us!" I yelled out, flipping over and returning the favor to Bambam.
"Fine, someone under us then." He rolled his eyes. "Either way, it's working. We were even going to have sex for the first time in months, before your wife came in like the fucking Terminator!"
"Please, file your complaint with the office of 'I Don't Give a Fuck' and I'll be sure not to get back to you!"
It wasn't my fault their sexual needs came at the wrong time.
"Well, your highness, I was wondering if we could handle her parents as retribution," he said, forcing me to look up at him. Sure enough, he was as serious as ever.
Bambam took the opportunity to punch me in the jaw and put me in a chokehold. I tried to fight my way out, but he had the upper hand. Sadly, I was going to lose this round.
Thank you, homicidal Nickhun.
I tapped out and Bambam released his hold on me.
Sitting up, I took a few deep breaths before I rose and walked over to the edge of the ring. "We aren't killing her parents," I said before squirting the water into my mouth then pouring some over my head.
Nickhun glared at me. "I said handle, not kill. Besides, they fucked with her…"
"They fucked—past tense. The wounds Victoria has from that will heal. Have you even asked her if she wanted them dead?" I glared back and he shook his head. "And this is why you're in therapy. Stop acting for your wife and act with her you idiot. Victoria isn't the same mouse of a wife you had before. You can thank my wife for that, for whatever good and bad that causes. Nevertheless, if Victoria wants something, she will ask you."
"She would want to handle them." His eyes darkened.
"They're her parents," Bambam finally spoke out. "Regardless of what they've done, they're still her parents. Yes, she remembers the bad, but she will always remember the good as well, however short it was. It's not as easy to kill family as everyone makes it seem."
"This moment of wisdom was brought to you by—" I was cut off as a water bottle came flying at my head. I caught it and laughed.
"He's right though," our father replied. "We can't just keep killing everyone…especially our in-laws."
True, we were running out of places to hide the bodies. I snickered at the thought.
"Speaking of killing, Hanbin has informed me that they found another one of the men who raped Mina," I said bluntly, and I felt them stiffen. Bambam however, looked like stone. I wasn't going to sugarcoat it because Jen and Mina weren't.
Jen had informed me of the finding during our shower together, which effectively killed my hard on. By the time we went downstairs, my mother was crying; Nickhun was already on the phone, and my father and Bambam were all ready to go to war. It was the first time my mother demanded to me that I kill someone immediately. When Mina told her she was going to do it herself, she froze. I stared into her eyes then nodded.
The next morning, breakfast was a silent affair, and I knew that everyone was lost in thought. Well, not everyone. It was a little twisted, maybe a bit sick of me, but my wife had made me horny and I couldn't help but reach under the table to finger her. Not one of them noticed, but watching my wife fight back a moan was damn sexy.
"So, how is she going to do this?" Nickhun asked pulling me out of my sweet thoughts.
"She's murdered one already," I answered, grabbing a towel as we headed to the sauna room. I dropped my pants right there before entering without a care.
"From what I understand, Jen pulled it out of her," Nickhun hissed at the steam, stretching slightly.
Marco poured the water over the stones before leaning back. "Now that she's done it, I doubt the second time will be as hard as the first. I say she should cut the motherfucker's balls off and make him eat them."
That was a disgusting thought, but it fit the crime.
"Whatever she chooses, it's up to her," Bambam tried to end the conversation.
He hated thinking about it and I didn't blame him. I looked at Mina differently now; her past explained many of her actions over the past few years, and I wondered how Bambam felt. I could never know or want to know. I doubted it could happen to a woman like Jen, but I didn't want to ever tempt fate with such a thing.
"We aren't going after Scarlet DeRosa," I told them, shifting the heat from Bambam.
"Bambam, I think you hit him too hard," my father said, causing them to snicker. "She killed your wife's father, uncle and grandfather. Not to mention, she left said wife to die as a child."
"Really, Father? I didn't know." Of course I fucking knew. I told him, "There are too many pieces to the puzzle. Like, why the hell would she have a child with a man she hated and planned to kill?"
"Or why did she choose that method in killing them? She poisoned Dong-suk for six bloody years, that takes dedication and patience," Bambam said.
Patience wasn't one of our strong suits. Well, maybe with the exception of Nickhun.
"Maybe she likes it? Maybe that's how she gets off," Nickhun wondered, but my father shook his head.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. "It doesn't match the profile of a hired killer. Their job is to kill and leave no trails and move on. Scarlet's way does that, but it means investing more time than she would want."
"Like I said, too many missing pieces. Chanyeol will be looking into it. Jen and I have too much to do to get wrapped up in the mysteries of her family's past right now," I said. "We're still trying to fix all the damage that Valero did last year. Most of our heroin stock in Mexico was destroyed. However, we're now smuggling it in from Afghanistan…their shit is better anyway." I sighed, rubbing my shoulder.
"It's better, but its costs us more," Nickhun added. "If we raise the prices, we lose our lower end druggies. Sadly, there aren't enough rock stars to live off of."
He had a point.
"Things were much easier in your day, right, Pop? The whole free love and shit? You could just hide the smack in your bellbottoms? Or were you all still wearing the Larry King suspenders?" Bambam snorted and my father glared at him.
"Yes, Bambam, when the dinosaurs ran the across the earth, shit was easier," he snapped, causing Nickhun and I to laugh.
"It won't cost us so much anymore," I replied, pouring more water over the stones.
"Care to share?" my father asked. The nosy prick.
They all waited and I rolled my eyes. "We just donated to a few cemeteries."
"This helps how?" Nickhun pushed.
"Soldiers die. What better way to bring our product into the country but with the help of Uncle Sam?" They all just stared, as the possibilities sank in.
"That's fucking brilliant," Bambam said. "It will become even easier when Myoi becomes President." He grinned.
"Jen's idea?" My father looked at me.
I glared. My inner brat wanted to say it was teamwork, but it really was Jen's idea.
"We'll also be smuggling in marijuana seeds as well. All of which will be growing in Colorado," I added, changing the subject.
Bambam looked confused. "Why Colorado?"
I sighed, feeling the urge to throw a hot rock at his face.
"Don't you ever watch the news?" Nickhun snapped.
"No, it's too depressing," he said. "They start the night off with a 'good evening', and then they go on to tell you all the reasons why it's a shitty night all across the country."
My father sighed like he did when we were kids, when we did, or said, something he couldn't understand.
"They legalized weed, dipshit," he said, and I couldn't help but laugh. It was just a regular Saturday morning with the family.
"I wonder if the girls' conversations are like this." Nickhun laughed.
"It's not and it's probably killing my poor wife." I could see her now, thinking of clawing her eyes out with a fork. "One wrong move, you may want to watch the news tonight, Bambam."
JENNIE
"Kill me…" I uttered out loud as they brought another painting for us to bid on. The money they raised would go towards the building of some stupid elementary school.
"Now come on, ladies, get out those checkbooks, call your husbands if you must. This school is just too important not to!" the peppy woman up front yelled.
In my fingers was a small fork. I knew I could throw it with just enough force to shut her up. However, Evelyn placed her hand on my wrist—again—and took the fork from me.
I sighed and sat back in my seat, watching the women pay anywhere from five to nine hundred dollars for any given artwork.
"Thank you all so much, we're doing so well, we only have nineteen paintings left! Come on, ladies, I know you want them," the stupid woman called out again.
Nineteen more? Nineteen motherfucking paintings more? I can't do it. I can't. I will claw my own damn eyes out with a spoon if I have to sit through one more painting.
Standing up caused them all to turn and look at me, and I put my Stepford wife smile on. "Will $250,000 cover them all?"
There were gasps, followed by a round of applause as the woman stared at me flabbergasted.
"Mrs. Manoban, you truly are a Godsend. Thank you so much!" she said, starting the applause all over again. I smiled and waved like a broken doll before taking my seat again.
"Now we're going to have to sit through art shows every damn month." Mina sighed.
Then I would buy the paintings every damn month to get it over with.
"This concludes our afternoon. Your artwork will be shipped to you this evening!" the woman said. I wrote a check, waving it for one of her art-boys to come snatch it up like a wild animal.
We all but ran out of there, and it wasn't until we were in the car that Victoria broke out into laughter.
"Thank God. We came late and it still felt like we had been in there forever."
"Now you all know how I feel. How dare you leave me all alone with those people?" Evelyn scoffed, pulling out her phone.
"I'm sorry, but God comes first, what can I say?" I added, finally able to relax into my seat.
"I can't believe you bought all those paintings. Where're you going to put them?" Mina asked, trying her best to be "nice" to me.
"I don't know, and I don't care. I just had to get out of that place." I was starting to get a headache from that woman's voice.
Victoria looked out the window and frowned. "This isn't the direction of the house."
"That's because Mina and I are making a pit stop," I answered, causing Evelyn and Victoria to pause, and Mina to freeze.
I didn't mind the silence, I enjoyed the ride. I didn't tell Mina earlier because I didn't want her over thinking it. It was so cliché: a warehouse. That was because Lisa didn't want the prick in our house. I didn't care either way. Nickhun, Bambam, and Marco would all be present, and normally, that would be stupid. Outside of the house and public functions, we were never all in the same place at once. However, Bambam insisted, Marco wouldn't budge, and Nickhun was the one double-checking all the cameras. Another reason why we hated having everyone together was the amount of time we spent on security. It was just plain annoying.
When we pulled up, the driver opened the door for Mina and I, and I noticed Antonio, along with four other snipers, on the rooftops.
"I'm coming." Evelyn stepped out along with Victoria.
"This is not a field trip, and even if it were, I would be the person who signs the damn permission slip. Neither of you are coming," I told them both.
However, Evelyn stepped up and looked me dead in the eyes, something very few people could do.
"I'm coming. Try and stop me, sweetheart." She glared, and I wanted to show her that I could do more than try.
"Jen, you don't want to add to your rap sheet, you spent more than an hour in confession," Victoria said quickly, trying to get in between Evelyn and me.
"You people keep pushing me and then act all surprised when I snap." I took a deep breath before turning around.
This was bad. Mina did not need the whole family for this. She may have killed once, but I pushed her…I pulled the baby ruthless murderer right out of her. But she was still a baby. Babies got scared and nervous. Some even had performance issues.
When we stepped in, the first thing I had to get used to was the smell of weed from all the plants in the room. The second were the screams as Bambam cut the fingers off of the pig.
"What the fuck?" Lisa said to me, as she looked over at her mother and Victoria. Evelyn walked over to Marco, who looked just as surprised as Lisa, and kissed his cheek.
"They wanted to come along. I said no, but they didn't want to listen," I said as Victoria and Nickhun held hands.
"Since when do people not listening to you stop you from getting your way?" she asked, amused and running her hand up my side softly. I pulled away slightly; PDA was never my thing. She frowned, but dropped her hand to pull out her phone.
"Since I married you, I didn't think you would like me using a sniper on your mother," I replied, standing closer to her.
"Thanks, you're too kind."
"Been told that all day…"
"Bambam, stop!" Mina screamed, reminding me why I was here.
Bambam, however, didn't stop. He kept snipping away with the cutting pliers.
"You think this is bad?" he hissed, gripping the man's thumb. "Wait until I get farther south, you stupid, motherfucking, cock-sucking piece of shit."
The man looked dazed, but spoke anyway. "Believe me, that bitch had no cock when I sucked on her."
That did it.
I thought the term 'ape shit' was generally overused, however in this case, Bambam really did go 'ape shit.' The pliers fell from his hands as he started to beat into the pig's face.
"BAMBAM STOP!" Mina screamed.
But he didn't. I wasn't even sure if he could hear anything at this point. He wanted blood.
"Take him outside," Lisa said. It took two of our men and Nickhun to pull him back.
"I will motherfucking end you!" he yelled, trying his best to break free of their grasp. "You hear me? I will make sure every last person in your fucking family burns!"
"And this is why I wanted to tell everyone after she'd killed them all," I whispered once he was finally out the door.
"'They wanted to come along,'" Lisa mocked me. "'I said no, but they didn't want to listen.'"
I cupped her ass.
"Love, if you wanted me, all you had to do was say so." She smirked before winking.
Mina stood still for a moment, looking back at the door before turning back to the half-dead pig. He spit out his teeth, trying his best to open his eyes and breathe.
"I remember you. Harvey's girl." He coughed. "Is this revenge? Aren't you a little late? It's been years. I doubt any of them remember like I do. Harvey was always a watcher. I could never get that sound out of my head. That cry when I became your first…you never forget your first they say."
Evelyn moved forward, but Marco held her back so all she could do was spit on him and unleash a few colorful words that I'd never thought I'd hear Evelyn say.
Even Lisa's hand twitched towards her gun.
"They're wrong," was all Mina said before stabbing the pliers right in his head. She pulled it out only to stab him once more and dropped the pliers. Her hands shook as she stepped back.
That's one way to do it.
He trembled violently before his body just gave out. Dropping it, she left to go find Bambam.
"I don't care how you take out the trash, just make sure it's done," Lisa told the men, before leading me to our private car outside, and for a moment, my eyes connected with Mina's outside as Bambam hugged her.
"You're welcome," I mouthed to her before getting in.
When Lisa took her seat, I crawled onto her lap and straddled her waist. Her stare travelled up my leg, stopping at my breasts before looking at my face.
"Hello, wife," she whispered, gripping onto my thigh. Kissing her deeply, I felt her harden under me while she pulled me closer to her.
"I love you, you know that, right? I don't say it often, I'm not good at saying it or showing…"
She cut me off again, flipping me onto the back seat.
"Take the long way home, Sok," she told the driver as she looked down at me.
"Yes, ma'am," he said as he rolled up the partition.
Slowly, Lisa unbuttoned my dress, not speaking, just breathing heavily. I tried to get her belt buckle off, but she pushed my hands away.
"Yes, I know you love me," she whispered, kissing down my chest. "I know you don't say it often, but I don't forget that you do, nor do I not feel it, ever. Even when you shoot me."
I tried to speak, but she flipped me over and smacked my ass. I hated how much I liked it and how wet it made me. Pulling off the rest of my dress, she kissed up my back, rubbing my ass softly before smacking me harder. This time a moan did escape my lips.
I loved it when she got like this.
"My only question is, what brought this on?" she whispered, as she kissed the back of my neck.
"A revelation at confession." I shivered when she reached under to pinch my nipples.
"Really now?" she kissed my shoulder. "What did the good father tell you?"
The moment I opened my mouth, she smacked my ass again and I bit my lip in order to control myself… it didn't work.
"Jesus, Lisa…" I moaned.
"Yes, I know about Jesus. I'm asking about your revelation." She kissed my ass cheek.
Licking my lips, I took a deep breath. "I fear losing you."
Her kisses stopped only briefly before they were back at my ear.
"My silly wife, you can't lose me. Nothing is going to keep me from having your mind, soul and body." She said the last part as she slapped my ass cheek again.
"I…"
"Shh, love. I'm going to give you something you're going to need to confess about later. Maybe more than once," she said, smacking my ass over and over again until I was squirming with pleasure under her.
"Does it hurt, love?" she asked, rubbing my skin.
I moaned out something, but I wasn't sure what. She snickered, smacking me a few more times before putting three of her beautiful fingers inside my wet pussy.
"Goddamn, you're wet. You like it when I punish you?" she asked before pulling her fingers out and bringing me up to straddle her lap once more.
"Only in bed, and even then, it depends." I kissed her, reaching inside her pants for her cock.
"When we're in a car, like right now, I want you on your knees with those beautiful lips of yours on my dick, " she said as I stroked her.
"And if I say no?" I smirked, kissing her nose.
"You really must love it when I take you from behind." She grinned.
"Don't pretend like you don't like it either. It's more of a reward than a punishment, isn't it?" I asked. Before she could answer, I slid down to her knees and took her into my mouth.
"Fuck!" she moaned loudly, grabbing hold of my hair.
I was proud that I could take most of her into my mouth, that was something that was far from easy.
She thrust forward once before letting go of my hair, and pulling me back up to her. She didn't even wait before thrusting forward and pushing me up against the window.
LISA
I loved my wife. There was no doubt in my mind that she was God's personal gift to me, but…
"I can't believe you bought all this fucking shit," I said, picking up the bottle of wine before joining her on our bedroom floor. There had to be at least fifteen to twenty paintings spread throughout the room.
"What would you have done if you had to sit through that shit?" she asked, biting into her strawberry. I watched the juice run down the side of lips before leaning forward and licking it.
"A napkin would have worked as well." She rolled her eyes, as she wiped the corner of her mouth.
"Yes, but then I wouldn't have been able to taste you." I grinned as I grabbed, a strawberry. "Plus, you love me, remember?"
"That car ride was such a bad idea," she said as she tried to stretch out the knot in her neck.
"Blasphemy. Car sex is never a bad idea." I would swear by it. "Besides, you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"What do you think that is anyway?" she asked, changing the subject to point to the painting closest to us.
I looked closely and smiled. "I see two people having sex in the shower."
"It's abstract." She laughed.
"I abstractly see two people having sex in the shower," I whispered, pulling her to me.
"Maybe you're having a vision of the future. However, I see a hot bubble bath." She smiled.
I loved to see her smile.
"I can work with that," I replied, picking her up.
I really loved my wife.