"Greg...why are you calling me?" she sighs carrying a bowl of popcorn to the living room, kick off about to start.
"Reid's in Houston. Can I come over?"
"Greg I'm home with my boys, of course not."
"It's not like they are going to tell on you," Greg laughs.
"No but what? You're going to come here and we will hook up as I leave them on the floor to watch their father's game?" she asks in disgust. "I told you I'd call you if I wanted to continue."
"The fact that you even said that last statement clearly shows you shouldn't be married. Call me when you want a real man," he says, the line going dead.
Her mouth drops as kickoff begins.