"Mark texted," I said.

"Shut-up!" Daisy exclaimed - turning towards me, "Really?"

I unlocked my phone and showed her the text.

"That's it? After three months? That's all he said? 'Hey! How's it going?'"

I shrugged, "It's something."

"You haven't replied yet," Daisy said.

"I was waiting to talk to you."

My wife sighed, turned-off the stove and picked-up her wine glass, taking a sip. She leaned against the kitchen counter. She looked at me.

"Monday's a holiday," I said, "Could be fishing for an invite." I took a beer from the fridge and opened it - taking a drink.

"You think?"

I shrugged again, "I don't know what to think. I'm just speculating."

Daisy harrumphed.

"What d'you want me to do?" I asked, "You want me to ignore him?"

"NO!" Daisy said - emphatically, "No... don't ignore him. Jesus..."

"You want me to invite him down? Spend the long weekend with us?"

Daisy sighed, "Yes. Invite him down. It'll be good to see him. Catch-up."

I looked at my phone.

"I want to know how he's doing, Whoopsie. I've been worried about him."

I began texting.

Daisy said, "You think he's divorced yet? You think he's dating anybody?"

"I don't know, sweetheart... but I DO know he's gonna want another go," I said, looking at her.

"Another go?" Daisy said.

"At your ass," I said, "And he's gonna want to FUCK you, not get fucked BY you."

Daisy rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, sweetheart. If I invite him down he's gonna want to fuck you... in the ass."

Daisy sipped her wine looking at me, but she didn't say anything.

"He may not have texted us for three months, but he's been thinking about you this whole time."

Daisy smirked.

"Thinking about your ass," I said, "He most definitely wants to bend you over to do you in the butt. You okay with that?"

"Whoopsie..."

"I'm not joking," I said, "Last time he was passive. You were in control. He's a little guy, but he's still a guy, sweetheart. He needs to FUCK, not GET fucked."

"Invite him down," Daisy said, "Tell him I've missed him."

"I need you to say it," I said, "I need to hear that you understand what's gonna happen."

"I understand..." Daisy said looking at me, "I understand you WANT Mark to fuck me in the butt."

I smirked and sent the text. Then leaned forward and kissed my wife.