Cheri hated this. She and her husband needed to get money from her in-laws -- again. She sat in a chair opposite her father-in-law. Let me tell you about that word. My wife and I are buying two houses; you and he live in one and pay nothing.
Hank Sutton washed his hands in the sink of his son and daughter-in-law's house, recoiling a bit at the fruity scent of the soap and snorting at the thought that it was probably selected by his wimpy son Mark, who was more like his mother than his old man in most ways. Drying his hands, the ex-Marine shook his head when he saw his son out on the deck with his wife, who would have been his ex-wife by now if he wanted to kiss away half of the pensions he would be getting from the service and his job. Hank's son was even more disappointing that his wife Loretta had become, because his old lady had menopause to explain her piss-poor attitude while his son Hank had suspected his only child was gay until he managed to corral a woman to marry him last year.
James, at 55, worked in Marketing for a major southern corporation for over twenty years. He found out early in his career that if he expected to keep up with the demands of his profession it was a must to adopt an exercise schedule and some sensible eating habits. Currently, he was in the tenth year of his second marriage to an attractive businesswoman who had a year-old daughter, Cynthia. Cynthia had lived with them until she graduated from the State University about 6 months earlier.