“Are you going to put Randy to bed?” Bob asked.

“I will in a few minutes, I think he is still watching his show.” I said looking over at Randy.

“You know how angry he gets if he doesn't get to watch his cartoons.” Bob said while looking down at him.

When you are married with children, every night seems the same. The only difference is, what you have for dinner. Some nights it might be meat loaf while other nights it is chicken. That is about all that changes when you are married with children.

“Mommy, Mommy, look at that cat run.” Randy said as he watched the cartoon.

“He better run before the dog catches him.” I said as I watched Randy watch the cartoon.

“That dog will eat him for a snack!” Bob said.

“Don't talk like that Daddy, I like cats.” Randy said.

The cat ran off of the side of a cliff.

“It looks like the cat is no gone.” Bob said while raising up from the chair.

“No, he is hiding from the dog.” Randy explained.

Sure enough, the cat was waiting for the dog at the bottom of the hill. The dog came by him and the cat laughed at him. This made the dog angry and chased the cat some more. I knew the cartoon was over because it showed both the cat and the dog in a hospital.

“It looks like neither of them won.” Randy said looking up from the TV.

“Looks like you need to get ready for bed.” I told Randy.

“But, maybe there will be another cartoon on after this one.” Randy said glued to the TV.

“There is no more cartoons after this one.” Bob said.

“How do you know?” Randy asked.

“Because, they are going to show a movie next. Didn't you see the commercials for it?” Bob asked.

“I guess not.” Randy said somewhat depressed.

“Let's go brush your teeth and get you ready for bed.” I told Randy.

Randy got up and ran to the bathroom. He is the only kid I have ever known who actually likes to brush his teeth. When he first started brushing his teeth, he actually brushed them so much his gums would bleed. I even caught him brushing his teeth in the middle of the night. I don't know why he did that stuff, but his grandpa scared him about getting cavities.

“I'm going to get ready for bed too.” Bob yelled as he walked down the hallway.

A few years ago we put a small bathroom in what used to be a closet. Bob said that if we have more kids, we will be thanking ourselves that we have our own bathroom. He is probably right, but it still seems a little weird. I could hear him using his electric razor in our bathroom while I was getting Randy ready for bed. I thought it was kind of weird that he would be shaving before he went to bed.

I put Randy to bed and went into our bedroom. There Bob was up reading some magazine. He got a subscription to some fishing magazine. I don't know why he got it, he never goes fishing. He says he likes to read it because it relaxing him. Go figure, I don't understand that one.

I got ready and I laid in bed.

“Why don't you put that magazine away?” I said as I laid next to him.

“Why?” Bob asked.

“Because, I want you to pay some attention to me.” I said back to him.

“Mommy, I think I heard something down stairs.” Randy said running into the room.

“I'm sure nothing is down stairs.” Bob said putting the magazine away.

“Why don't you go check?” I asked.

“Yeah Daddy, go check.” Randy said.

“I'll go check, but you better be getting to bed.” Bob told Randy.

Bob went downstairs and checked if there was anyone down there. It was just the dog running around downstairs. We started letting him inside the house because it will be getting cold outside. I thought it would be a good idea to get him house broken. Maybe it isn't such a good idea.

“What was down there?” Randy asked afraid.

“It was the dog. Get back to bed.” Bob said.

Randy went back to bed. I checked up on him and we fell asleep. Sometimes that kid doesn't want to go to bed for anything. I don't know, but I might have to ask the doctor if anything might be wrong. I try my best to keep him active so he has things to do.

“What a fucking long day.” I said as I lit a cigarette.

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Here is a story that all of you girls out there will be able to relate too. I have been married to my husband Stan for the past ten years. He is a great man. Well, most of the time he is. He has had the same job for fifteen years and all that jazz. You know how good men are, they like to keep the same job and they make sure the gas tank is always filled in the car.

We have been trying to have a baby for the past few years. I have wanted a family since I was a little girl. I'm sure you know how it is, you play with dolls and you dream one day you will have a real baby. But, it has never happened. I am almost to the point where I am sick of trying.

Sex isn't what it used to be. Actually, we don't have sex very often these days. We might have it if Stan watches some porn or something, but that is about it. We started going to a marriage therapist. Her name is Dr. Phonic. I have never heard of such a strange last name. Stan didn't want to go, but I said that we should go. I want to have a normal sex life.

Well, to make this story short… We talked to Dr. Phonic and he said the reason why he doesn't want to have sex with me anymore is, he feels that it is too clinical. The doctors told us all of these methods we should try to get pregnant. We were to do it at certain times of the day. We were to do it in certain positions. Stan said all of this made him feel like his was doing a medical procedure and not having sex.

I guess I can understand what he is talking about. I don't feel that way, because I didn't allow myself to feel that way. I never looked at it as being a medical procedure, but an act of love between the two of us. Just because we were trying to have a baby, doesn't mean there isn't any love involved. I guess Stan got so wrapped up in the positions and all of that, that he forgot why we were doing it.

I've never felt that my marriage was in jeopardy. I never felt like Stan stopped loving me. I need to be loved just like any other woman out there. I have needs, I have desires that need to be met. I want Stan to do these things for me. The problem as you know, Stan stopped doing it. It really did a number on me. I went through all of the normal stuff that women go through. I thought maybe he was cheating on me, or maybe he stopped finding me attractive. But, now I know it is none of those things.

The Dr. Phonic suggested that we have a romantic dinner. I thought it was a great idea. Stan on the other hand, didn't think it was such a great idea. It seems like every chance we get to be close to each other, we tries to sneak out of it. But, I had a plan.

I knew that if I could get him to the beach, he would go for a romantic dinner. Not because he wanted to be around me, but because he wanted to see all of the hot women in their skimpy swimsuits. Yes, I do get jealous when he looks at these women. But, I had to do something. Sometimes you have to tempt the animal so it can fall into your trap.

I cooked up a great meal. I fried some chicken, I made some of my famous pasta salad. When I make pasta salad I just cook the noodles, throw in some cubed chicken breast, some veggies, and top it all off with some Italian salad dressing. It is so easy to prepare and Stan loves it. I made some baked beans and I also baked a pie. I made sure that it was apple pie, Stan's favorite.

I knew there was no way he could refuse this meal. Everything was his favorites. Put that on top of the hot babes and there was no way he could refuse. I know my Stan very well.

Stan agreed to go to the beach and we went. I made sure that we were right in the view of some really hot babes. I'm not into women, but I know when kind of a woman men like to look at. They like women with nice big tits and round plump asses. Let me tell you, there were plenty of women who fit that kind of bill at the beach. I did feel a little on the jealous side, but I just kept telling myself this was for us.

“I haven't seen a rack that nice in years.” Stan said while eating a chicken leg.

“I knew you would be looking at them right away.” I said.

“You know me, I love seeing women on the beach.” Stan said with his mouthful.

Yes I did know. That is why I brought him to the beach. I wasn't going to tell him that though. I knew that if I did, he would feel like I was trying to manipulate him or something.

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“I am so sick and tired of weekends.” I said slamming a pillow on the couch.

“What are you talking about?” Robert asked.

“Every weekend all you do is watch sports.” I said disgusted.

“That isn't true.” Robert said as he frowned.

“Oh you're right. You also eat the food I cook you. That is all that you do.” I said in anger.

“Why are you so pissed off?” I asked.

“Don't worry about me. Go and watch your sports. Let me know who wins.” I said as I left the living room.

“You don't have to be so bitchy.” He said as I left.

I get sick and tired of this. I've been married to him for five years and it is always the same thing. On the weekends he never does anything that I want to do. The only he does is watch TV. He also eats the food I cook for him. If I am lucky, I can watch him drink beer too. Lots and lots of beer until he passes out on the couch. I can't believe that is his idea of a good weekend.

“What is wrong honey?” Robert asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Oh nothing. Just trying to figure out what you would like to eat for dinner.” ” said waving a pot in the air.

“Put the pot down. You don't want to hurt yourself.” Robert said as he backed up.

“Don't worry about me. Worry about the final score of the game. Also, worry about the cold beer in the refrigerator. Maybe you need me to get you some more?” I said like a smart ass.

“Whoa… you really are acting strange.” Robert said.

“A woman needs to get laid from time to time.” I said shaking my fist in the air.

“What are you talking about?” He asked confuses.

“You watch sports all fucking day long. All the time I am craving cock. I want cock so bad, I was going to try anal sex with you.” I said stomping my feet.

“Anal sex?” Robert said with a smile.

“Yes, anything to get you to fuck me.” I said.

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“Honey, I got a surprise for you.” Jack said as he entered the house.

“What is it?” Susan asked.

“I can't tell you. But you have to get naked.” Jack said running through the house.

“I'm not falling for that again.” She said laughing out loud.

“No, I've got something special for you.”, He yelled.

“Is it your penis wrapped in a bow? I got that present last week?” Susan said while trying to find out where Jack was.

“No, just get naked and come in the bathroom.” He said.

Even though she wasn't sure what he was up to, she was game for what ever it was. She needed a little excitement in her life. She took off her clothes and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

As she walked up the stairs, she smelled a beautiful scent. It smelled like a mixture of spices and fresh flowers. She walked up to the bathroom and was surprised that the door was locked.

“This isn't some silly joke is it?” She asked as she pounded on the door.

“No, come on in.” Jack said as he opened the door.

Much to her surprise, the bathroom was pitch black. The only light was that of candles that surrounded the bathtub. It gave the bathtub a majestic like glow to it. Around the bathtub were two clay jars filled with potpourri. That is what she smelled walking up the stairs.

“Get in. I made a bubble bath for you.” Jack said as he motioned to her to get into the bathtub.

She got in to find the water was perfect. It wasn't too hot nor was it too cold. It was just the right temperature for a relaxing bubble bath.

“Why are you doing this for me?” She asked as she got comfortable in the bathtub.

“I just wanted to do something nice, that is all.” He said as he reached over to a table near the side of the bathtub.

“You mean you did all of this and you didn't break anything? You didn't fuck up in some major way?” She laughed.

“No. Can't I be good for a change and not have you act like something is up?” He asked while he brought over a plate near the bathtub.

“I know you better than that.” She said trying to figure out what he was doing.

“Well, I don't think you do.” He said as he knelt near the side of the bathtub.

“What do you have on the plate?” Susan asked as she looked at it.

“I have some fresh mellon, some cheese, and some important ham. It is the ham from Italy that you like.” He said putting some in his hand.

“Taste it and tell me if you like it.” He said as he put it in her mouth.

“That is great stuff. That is different ham than what I get, but I really like it.” He said taking another bite of the tasty combination.

He walked back over to the table and poured two glasses of wine.

“You got wine too. You are such a darling.” She said as he handed her a full glass of wine.

“I know I don't show it, but I really care a lot about you.” He said taking a drink of his wine.

“I'm not good at showing my emotions, my feelings.” He said while taking another drink.

“I know you love me. I know you love me every time you go to work. I know you love me when you do all the things you do for me. Your actions speak louder than words.” She said while rubbing his arm.

“I know, but I just want to show how I feel more.” He said in a depressed tone.

“You are, you are showing me right now.” She said reaching over to give him a hiss.

“Why don't you come on into this bathtub and make love to me?” She asked in between kisses.

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“I wish I knew what went wrong.” Emily said while crying.

“I know that I have been kind of cranky lately. I know that I have said somethings I shouldn't have said. I know this is it. I know he has left me for good.” She said continuing to cry.

“If I could have only been a better wife. If I had only listened to the things he told me. Everything would be okay right now. I fucking hate myself.” Emily cried out loud.

She heard the front door close. She was so shook up, that she was unable to get up from the side of the bed. Just the thought of her husband coming back was a huge shock. Between the crying and now sudden joy, she felt like she was about to collapse.

“I put the formula on the counter honey.” Dave said as he wondered through the house to find Emily.

“Why are you crying?” Dave asked when he seen her on the edge of the bed sobbing.

“I thought you were never coming back. I thought you were gone for good.” She said in between sobs.

“What are you talking about? What?” Dave asked confused.

“I thought you left because I was bitching at you.” Emily said after she blew her nose.

“I left to get the baby some formula.” Dave said looking at her strangely.

“Why did you get formula?” Emily asked.

“I thought you were yelling at me to buy formula. I knew that your mom was going to pick him up, so I thought you said we needed formula.” Dave said perplexed.

“You aren't mad at me?” Emily asked.

“About what? The bitching? Sure I'm sick of your bitching, but I'm not going to leave you.” He said after sitting down next to Emily.

“I've been so bitchy lately. I have had it up to my ears with all of this shit.” She said pounding on the side of the bed.

“I love our little Johnny, but he is so much work. I never get to go anywhere. All you do is work and then come home. We don't do anything any more.” Emily said shaking her head.

“This isn't what marriage is about.” She said crying.

“That is why I asked Mom to take Johnny for the weekend. I thought we could spend some time together and relax. You know, go out for something to eat and maybe go see a movie or something.” Dave said putting his arm around her.

“I know this is tough on you, it is tough on me too. For the first year, I never thought Johnny would sleep at night.” He said.

“Yeah, I thought we were never going to get any sleep.” Emily laughed.

“Honey, stop your crying.” Dave said while giving her a hug.

“I'm so emotional these days. It feels so good to be in your arms.” She said hugging him back.

Dave could feel Emily's tits pressing against his chest. This turned him on a great deal.

Neither of them has had sex in months. Since the last time his mother took the baby for the weekend. Sure he jacked off a few times since then, but it isn't the same.

“Feeling your tits against my chest turns me on.” He said running his fingers through her hair.

“Just being touched by you turns me on.” She said.

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I looked up at the sky and could tell by looking at the sun that it was noon. Soon after I realized what time it was, I heard the foreman yelling that it was time for lunch. He was yelling his same old lunch time calling that he does every day at this time.

“It's time for lunch people. Take your breaks or I'll ram your shovel's up your ass!” The foreman yelled as he walked down the rows of working people.

It was lunch time all right, not a minute too soon either. I've been working on a farm this spring, me and about ten other people who can't find a better job. If the hot sun don't kill you, the pains in your back from shoveling all day long will. I don't know why in the fuck these people haven't heard of machines to do this sort of work, but if they had, I wouldn't have a job. My husband said that I had to get a job, we needed money for the family. He has a job, working over at Mr. Collins's farm, not too far from here. He bails hay and works with the animals. I'm not sure what of everything that he does, but he is usually working with the hogs or the cows. We've got two mouths to feed and I'll be damned if my kids will go hungry. I've spent many a night with a growling stomach because we only had enough food to feed them. That says something, because my husband will only eat if there is enough food left over after I eat. He's that kind of man, his wife and kids will eat before he does. Every now and then Mr. Collins will give Henry, my husband, a little salt pork. If we are really lucky, he will give us some milk and ham, but that doesn't happen very often. Mr. Collins is a greedy son of a bitch, he would fuck his own mother for a quarter if he could. Not to be mean, but that's how the man is.

Nobody gets rich working on the farms around here. One of the old black ladies I work with said that the only rich people around here are the mother fuckers who own the farms. I guess she's right, but I've never spent much time thinking about it. Everyone I know is poor. The richest person I know drives a thirty year old pickup truck that breaks down about every other week. He strolls down the dirt roads around here like a man in the big city would his BMW. He's a nice guy though, I heard he'll give you a ride if you can afford to pay him for the gas. I don't know, if we need to go anywhere, I call someone in my family to come pick us up. I don't call asking for a ride often, maybe once or twice a year. We aren't the type of people who take hand outs, never did like people feeling sorry for me.

Today we were planting potatoes, in a few days I heard we will be planting corn. Corn isn't so hard, I used to plant corn when I was a kid. I would poke a hole in the dirt with my finger and drop a seed or two in the hole. Keep doing that all the way down the row until it's done. I'd have a garden back at the house if I could, but I don't have time. When my kids get older, they will be the ones who take care of the garden. I guess they are old enough now, but I don't want to see them being put to work yet. I want them to be able to enjoy a few more years, now they should be tired from playing all day, not busting their backs. I've always hoped that they would turn out to be doctors or someone who makes a lot of money. Maybe they could get me out of the mess I'm in. I probably shouldn't think that way, but I don't have much hope for me and Henry. We'll never make enough money to live a decent life, one where we'll have enough food to eat. I don't look at the fancy things in life anymore, I don't even dream of a better life.

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I know you won't believe this, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I've been nagging my husband to take me out on the town. I like to go out for dinner and dancing some times. We haven't had the money to do anything like this for awhile. The roof on our house started leaking and that took all of our money to fix. I hate being pinned inside all the time. I need to get out and have some fun.

I nagged and nagged my husband to take me some where. I wanted a nice meal and all that stuff. He told me that we couldn't afford it, but there was something that he could do. He could cook me a nice meal and we could dance in our house. He even said that he would buy a bottle of wine if I wanted him to. I then realized that there was no way in hell that we were going to be able to afford going out to eat. So, I figured I would just let him do whatever he wanted. I liked the idea of getting a little special treatment. Not only that, but I would love not to have to slave over a hot stove for once. I cook all the meals around here, so you can imagine how sick and tired I am of cooking. I don't mind cooking usually, unless it's hot outside. Then, I would much rather just order a pizza. The problem is, we usually never have any money for pizza. Sometimes I will get the frozen kind and just throw it in the oven. That way I don't have to stand out in the kitchen and work.

Mark, my husband asked if I could wash his suit for the occasion. That told me he was taking this serious. I was glad that he was taking it serious, because I needed some love and affection. I can't get enough hugs and kisses each day. I miss the times where he would do little sweet things for me. Like cooking me breakfast in bed or just sitting on the porch and drinking a glass of wine. We used to sit on the porch with a glass of wine and talk for hours and hours. We would talk so much, that we would forget to drink the wine. We aren't drinkers anyway, maybe a glass of wine here and there. I think wine gets me in the mood for love making. I don't know what it is about wine, but it does that to me. I usually only take a few sips and the rest goes to waste. The only time I can drink alcohol is, when I split a beer with Mark. Sometimes we will go down to the sports bar and we will drink beer and eat buffalo wings. We will split a beer and I can drink all of that. That's because they make those wings so damn hot, you need something to drink right away! I love spicy food though, so I'm not complaining.

I washed his good suit and I also washed a dress of mine. The white one that Mark likes so much. Mark says that likes how my tits look in my white dress. I'll take his word on that. I don't know, I don't go around looking at my tits all day. I washed the clothes and got them ready for the big day. This was about two days or so before it happened. I'll be skipping ahead a few days so I can tell you how it all went down. I don't want to spoil the story for you, but it really was a good time. I'll just leave it at that.

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I looked at Tim and he looked at me. I knew what was going through his mind, because I was thinking the same thing. I haven't seen him for over three months. That is a long time not to see your own husband. My family though that we actually broke up. They thought that I was lying about the reason why he was gone for so long. Tim, he is a business man. He runs a small factory that makes metal pipes. Sometimes he has to be gone for a long time, to do his work. I don't know exactly what he does, but he says that he sells pipe to large companies. I've got no reason to not believe him, after all, I do go to his work sometimes. I don't go to his job to bother him or check up on him, I go and give cookies to the workers. I know that sounds stupid, but the workers really love my cookies.

We must have stood in our living room for a minute or two without saying a word. I was so shocked to see him, that I didn't know what to say. I knew that he would be coming home, but it is still shocking to see him after being gone for so long. Tim looked good, maybe a little tired. Sometimes he gains a few pounds when he is away like this. That restaurant food out there isn't good for him. But, Tim says that he has no choice. He can't cook inside his hotel room. I know that is true, but he could choose healthier things to eat. The last thing I need is to have him have a heart attack. I don't know what I would do without him.

“Are you going to stand there and look at me or are you going to give me a kiss?” Tim asked with a smile.

I walked over to Tim and gave him a little peck on the lips.

“You are going to give me more than that aren't you?” Tim asked as he looked down at me.

“How bad do you want it?” I asked teasing him.

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