My Germaphobe Wife Likes His Germs
My buddy, Jayden Jenkins, has come over to my place again to mooch a free meal.
It is scorching hot outside, and I am sweating over the stove in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jayden is lounging in the air-conditioned living room. After biting the tip off a strawberry, he pulls my wife, Willow Simpson, into his arms and casually pops the rest into her mouth.
"Here, Willow. Help me finish it," he says with a wicked grin. "It's rare enough that this cheap bastard Caius finally buys strawberries. Now he'll complain that I wasted one if I don't finish it."
I wipe the sweat from my forehead and glance toward the living room, just in time to see Willow swallow the half-eaten strawberry.
The thing