You barely remember how it happened you just know that one night you got drunk and the next you woke up with a wedding ring on your finger and your old bully, Lee Kanker sleeping next to you. At least she had a nice glowup since you were kids.

Life has been going pretty good since then and now you lived not too far from your old town of Peach Creek in a nice house and had a smoking hot wife waiting for you at your porch.

“Hey, honey.” She says with that strangely southern-sounding accent of hers that never ceases to draw you in.