“We’re going to have to steal her away before this party is in full swing,” I tell Elijah. He nods in agreement. This time I don’t stop him when he heads out the back door. I watch as he shakes the two men’s hands before turning to our wife and throwing her over his shoulder and heading back inside.
“Got her.” I turn and follow him, knowing the kids are being watched. We’ll make this quick. Not too quick but quick enough. We’re in need of a taste of our wife. When we want one, we take it. We played the waiting game once and we never will again. She’s ours now and she lets us have her whenever we want.
THE END!