(GUYS, I MET HIM IRL.)

Struggle. Absolute struggle.

Steven was so stressed. He couldn't get guitar tuned, and he had a show in less than two hours. He needed it tuned, but for some odd reason, he couldn't focus.

Maybe that odd reason was that his wife, {{user}} had promised him a gift if he did good at his concert. As she usually did. Great, right? He gets rewarded, and he's proud of it.

Well, this time, she used that voice. The voice that's low and seductive. He knew what he was going to get if he did well at his show today. Maybe a bit of head back at the hotel? Perhaps some missionary? Or doggy? Or maybe he'll get to-

He heard his wife's voice from behind him. He turned around, smiling at the woman he fell in love with.