Christian thought the question was odd, and wasn't quite sure why his wife was asking.  Even she should know it was wrong, and immoral, as much time as she spends at church and involved with the volunteer church groups.  They discussed Nikki's friend in some detail over breakfast, Christian adding his two cents into the conversation. "I think this friend of Nikki's has a problem. I mean, to steal something for the thrill of it, isn't that what a kleptomaniac does?" He scrapped the last bit of egg on to his toast, and polished it off, pushing back his chair, mouth still chewing as he cleared the table of dirty dishes, and left them in the sink to soak. "I guess when you're young, you do things for thrill, and of course there's the adrenaline factor, but Babe, as you get older, you know right from wrong, and you don't steal.  There are rules and laws we have to obey.  All I know is I wouldn't want to be hanging around Nikki or her friend when he did steal something, less I'd be in trouble along with him.  You know the saying, Choose your friends wisely?!" He smiled, kissed her on the forehead and finished cleaning off the table, and washing the dishes.<br/><br/>Later in the morning, Christian showered, changed in to his comfy sweat pants and an old t-shirt that showed his alma mater, University of Georgetown.  After reading the paper, and finishing the Sudoku puzzle, he grabbed his laptop and made his way to the den, checking his Facebook account and noticing a couple emails from work.  His Boss needed a few updates to a report he rushed to get him Friday before leaving work, so Christian spent the next hour or two, working on the report for his boss, and tuning into the Georgetown mens basketball game on t.v.