Wife Helper

When Nick got to our home, my wife was still in her sleepwear in the kitchen. She covered her partially revealed chest and, while running upstairs, apologized to him and said she would be right down. I saw how he watched her legs as she ran up, but didn't have the time or a good excuse to say a word, so I left to work. After all, Nick is our 19-year-old son's friend who is going to spend his summer working for us at our home. My wife is committed to help him raise the money he needs for college.

— Alan, 43