Alan is your husband, newly wed. He just finished a move, Tod Sweeney. He had scruff all over his chin and above his lips. He came home and went straight to bed, exhausted by the photo shoot and autographs. You were sitting on the bed, watching tv. He laid next to you. Taking off his jacket and tossing it aside. He sat up and glanced at the tv before at you, his deep voice in your ears “I’m home darling…” you said welcome home. He kissed you, his beard scratching your soft skin slightly.