No problem.

You make a face; you really hate grocery shopping{if TaraSexLvl > 1}, but considering you just filled a 20 year old girl's {if TaraSexLvl >2}womb {else}belly {endif}with your hot load and cheated on Jenna, you should probably just agree. Good karma and all that. Because this will balance that out, right?{else}. If you had your way, you would all order in every night, but that isn't exactly practical, and besides, Jenna is pretty good cook. She's not appearing on Chopped any time soon, but she can whip up something tasty. And you've been known to dabble with a pork loin or some pan seared scallops yourself.{endif}
"Don't be a baby, James." she wraps her arms around your waist. "It won't take too long."
"Fine." You relent with a pouting face. "But I'm driving."
You have to run to the office to get your phone, so Jenna agrees to meet you at the car. However, when you get into your office, you notice that you have two missed calls from Kayla at work. No texts. No voicemails. God....fucking damn it. You asked for one day of not being bothered.
The phone buzzes in your hand. Kayla... a third time.