Ok, so I drop my son off at his friends, and rush home, thrilled to have the house to myself, making plans in my head about what I can do to my hubby when he gets home from work. When I pull in the driveway, I see his car is there. I jump out of my truck and rush to him, hugging him tightly, grinding my hips into him, telling him how much I want him. I tell him our son will be gone until the morning. He says he needs to vacuum the garage and pulls away from me. I loathe him, I really do.