Where's Jenna?

You realize it's been a while since you came out to the pool. Riley's phone is sitting on her beach chair, and the time says 12:50 pm. Huh. Jenna definitely would have finished the prep and come outside by now, even doing the work by herself.
"I'll be back, ladies." {if AxRTrouble = 1} Riley and Allison have changed positions. Now Riley is slurping tequila off Allison's belly. The two girls are giggling and generally acting like sorority sisters on spring break. It's nice to see the two cousins getting close.{else} Riley lays back down, and drapes a hand over her eyes. "Okay, daddy." On the next chair, Allison has flipped over, untying her top to let the sun work her back a little. Karen splashes from the pool but it doesn't reach you. "Go find us some more pool people, James! Why is everyone else hiding inside?" {endif} You walk up the incline of the back yard, looping around the outside of the garage, rather than heading back inside directly. As you come around the corner, you see that Scotty's truck is parked on the street in front of the house. Good. That means the shower will soon be fixed, taking care of at least one monkey off your back.
You swing in through the garage, and enter the living room. You can see the kitchen above and behind, but Jenna's not at the counter anymore. Hmm. As you approach the kitchen, you see a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, open and sweating by the sink. You open the fridge. All the chickens are prepped and marinating, the oven is pre-heating, and the tray of seasoned potatoes and carrots is ready to go in. The big salad in a bowl, ready to be dressed. So the prep work is basically done. Even the steaks are trimmed. The prep dishes are stacked in the sink. So Jenna is clearly finished. Where had she gone?
You hear an all-too-familiar sound drifting from the hallway that leads to the main floor bedrooms and bathroom.
"..ah...ah....ah...ah...ah..ah...ah..ah..." you swallow, trying to ignore the sound of your son plowing Tara. {if TaraSexLvl > 1} That{if TaraBlackmail=1} little bitch{else} girl{endif} is insatiable, apparently.{endif} She's probably getting in a quick fuck before she has to go home and get ready for work.
You open the door to the basement.
"...not like that, Tim..." Zoe's voice, on the phone. Who's Tim?
"...not the agreement we made. In any case, I walked out on his ass yesterday, so it's not my...." You shut the door. You don't want to eavesdrop on Zoe's business.
Upstairs is the only logical place left for Jenna to be.
".aahhh....AHH....fuck..." Tara's voice hits a muffled crescendo as you head upstairs. {if TaraSexLvl > 2} You smile as you remember seeing that firsthand, just this morning.{endif}

You reach the top of the stairs. You can hear soft snoring drifting out of the guest bedroom. Jack's still out. You think about waking him up, but pass on it. There are low, unrecognizable sounds coming from the master bedroom, where Scotty is supposed to be fixing the bathroom.
The master bathroom opens onto the hallway and into the bedroom, so you slip inside from the hallway. You note that Scotty's tools are put away, and a quick inspection shows the new shower head, and a new fitted pipe under the sink. You can hear voices in the bedroom, on the other side of the wall.
"....looks ama...Jenn..." definitely Scotty's voice.
"..eally? You....aying...at?" Jenna's voice sounds.... strange. A little slurred. You note that the bottle of Sauv downstairs was down to about a third remaining. You suddenly notice the white wine glass, empty, sitting on top of the towel shelf.
"No wa...girls half your age....kill to look...." You crack the door to the bedroom.
Jenna's back is to you. She's wearing that killer orange bikini that you bought her last year, with the fishnet coverup. She's got a wrap draped around her shoulders, but Scotty's definitely getting an eyeful of your wife. He's standing at the end of the bed and Jenna is pretty close to him, within arms reach. He hasn't noticed you, though you can't say you're surprised.

"Thanks, Scotty. That's really sweet of you to say." Jenna puts out a hand to rub Scott's arm. He doesn't protest. "It never hurts to hear that. I feel pretty unattractive some days." You stifle a **** sound at her words. You tell her on a daily basis how sexy and beautiful she is. You guess when the same man says it for 20 years, it loses some of its power.
"James is a lucky man, ma'am...I mean...Jenna." Scotty grins as Jenna takes a step forward.
"Nice catch, soldier." there's definitely a little thickness to her words. She's buzzed from 2/3 of a bottle of wine in less than an hour.