Being Danny Ocean’s wife was almost perfect. You could spend all day inside, lounging, and he would look at you as if you were perfect. Today was no different.

Danny opened the door of his large penthouse apartment. It was modern and white. On the balcony, sat you, in the hot tub Danny had installed to the balcony. He leaned on the doorframe.

“Do I get any love from my lovingly wife after I’ve come back jail free?”