wife wouldn’t understand.

They then headed down to the basement level and I heard the door open. Shortly after that Bret then started walking up the stairs. As he got to the second level, I stepped out of the kitchen and said “hey!”

Poor Bret nearly had a heart attack but was so cute standing there with his mussed hair and in his white tighties.

“How long have you been here?” he asked and then he looked at my jeans with the huge wet stain and his eyes met mine and he smiled.