Is your wife home? “Just wanted to know if you had an idea how long you were going to be staying tonight, Chet?”
“I don’t know, Rodney. XXX “Well, Emily’s out for groceries, so you’ll have to come back later…” Then Rod cursed under his breath at the poor timing; his dismissal was interrupted by his wife pulling up in the driveway. We’ll give it back tomorrow, promise.”
“My uniform? It was apparently the only skill the man had. We’re a single-income home, you know.” Whether Rodney was implying Emily couldn’t get a job because of the constant sex or that it would be nice if the uninvited guest contributed financially if he was going to fuck his wife went way over Chet’s head. To someone who grew up with Chet in the house more often than her own alleged father, the man fucking her mom was part
