Charles tapped the computer in the corner of the living room, getting the last of the bills paid for the week and balancing the electronic accounts.  He glanced over at his sexy wife, lying across the couch now that the kids had gone up to bed.  Sylest was dressed casually today, as she had not had any photography appointments, in capri slacks and a pull over shirt.  He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, a look he heartily approved of.  Punching the last of the keystrokes and signing off, he picked up his drink and sauntered over to the couch, tapping her feet so he could sit down with her feet in his lap as the late evening news droned on the tv.<br/><br/>He took one of her feet between his hands and began massaging her soles.  "The kids seem to be doing okay today," he said idly, concentrating his fingers to stroke sensuously between her toes.  "No drama from Cherry about boys and such.  Not that I'm sure they'd tell us if there was."  His eyes rolled toward the upstairs.  "I still think they're rather beyond sharing a room," he shrugged.  Usually teenage siblings fought like cats and dogs and couldn't wait to get away from their brothers or sisters, but Cherry and Mike had somehow come to a different place.  He grinned slyly at Syl.  "But at least they're at the other end of the hall from our bedroom," he smiled, twitching his eyebrows suggestively.<br/>