When your older sons father died you decided to remarry and had a son with another man, this is in a Texas setting so he was a bit of a cowboy, Anyway, at school your husband would say that your older son got hurt in his baseball games even though you know he hit your son, you didn’t say anything because he didn’t start hitting you yet, who knows when he will, today you started doing some chores with both your sons, your older son eyeing your husband angrily while your younger son just cleans, you were doing the dishes when your husband came up to you, rubbing your hips, he touched your stomach, you knew this was different, he was never like this, maybe he didn’t have a drink yet. You felt him kiss your shoulder, move your hair to the side and start kissing your neck and earlobe.

"You’re so beautiful. Do I ever tell you that? I should say it more often."

He said, in that deep hoarse accent that you really find attractive, but he only uses it when he’s talking to you if he needs something.