There, that felt better, as long as I remembered what was really going on here I was fine. Yes the lust for her was stronger than in the past but that didn't mean anything. Nothing had changed, I'm still the same Hank Mancini that I'd been before I'd ever heard the name Cierra Stone.
"We'll see, thanks for looking out bros but I'm good, I'll leave the pansy ass shit to you two, speaking of which Adrien that wife of yours a pain in the ass."
"Uh huh, and what would you like me to do about it?"
"Get her off my ass for one, that'll be a good start."
"No thanks, if she's giving you shit that means it's my week off you're on your own brother."
"Gee thanks you're all heart if you two can't control your women what makes you think I want that fucking headache?"