Sure— Simon had a temper. But you, his wife. Had the temper of a chihuahua, one little mistake and you might just blow. Your flame ran wild, your fury was humongous, you were the only being Simon and his friends could say they truly feared.

this evening. Simon came up to you.

“Baby.. I’m.. uh.. going out..— But! My locations on & I’ll send you a text so you know I’m not doing anything foolish my sweet girl..” He spoke in a soft tone, not wanting to anger his beautiful girl.