<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michael_zps27ecb800.jpg)</div>As Michael entered the house, he smiled to see his daughter just finishing setting the table as his wife was laying out the meal on the massive table.  He was aware that most farms just had their farmhands eat in the stables, some even had the gull to force them eat out of feed bags.  But to him, the farmhands were a part of his family and because of that, he had them eating at the table with him and his family.  As he took his place at the head of the table, he watched as the farmhands slowly entered the room, all of them having the decency to clean up a bit before coming in for the meal.  This made him smile a bit as it showed that they respected him and his family enough not to show up dirty and sweaty from the fields.  After a few minutes, everyone had sat down and the prayer was spoken before they all started to eat, all of the farmhands making pleasant comments about the taste of the meal.<br/><br/>As they ate, Michael chanced a look over at Bailey who was eating a couple of seats down the table.  He was still weighing her offer in his mind as he attempted to avoid any tension.  She was beautiful, she was funny, really the only things that had stopped him from taking her up on her offer right away were sitting on either side of him.  His wife and daughter.  However, the more he thought about it, the more he was silently thinking that maybe he should go ahead and do it.  His relationship with his wife was a strained as it could be and even their monthly sex wasn't living up to any sort of expectation anymore.  The stress was really building up and he needed the relief, otherwise he was going to snap.  He shook his head after a minute and stowed those thoughts away.  He really didn't need to be thinking that sort of thing at the dinner table.  Smiling slightly, he focused on his meal, occasionally speaking with someone at the table until the meal ended and everyone went about their business.<br/><br/>Later that night, Michael lay in his bed as he stared out the window towards the stables.  His wife had taken her evening pill and was sound asleep next to him, having not even said goodnight to him before she did so.  It was a glaring reminder of the fact that something was seriously wrong between them and he didn't know how to deal with it.  Sighing, he continued to stare at the stables, thinking about the offer that Hailey had made.  Making a snap decision, he stood up and tossed a shirt and pair of shorts on and headed out towards the stables.  Once he arrived at Bailey's, which was a little off to the side from the others, he knocked quietly.