A long day of winning cards and building a monster has taken a toll on him. He crawls into bed with his best friend and lover, Tamara, the olive colored queen. The beautiful rockstar's round bottom sticks out from underneath the covers, but he has a little room to squeeze in without making too much commotion. He wraps himself in a blanket like a burrito and rolls to the edge of the bed, careful not to wake her. But he does. Tamara plays this little game of sleeping right in the middle of the bed for a reason. She rolls over and faces Hunter, dancing her fingers across his stomach until she finds his hand. Tamara interlocks his fingers in hers, "up all night playing poker?" His Italian wife asks. "Yeah, I won the Mayor's car," Hunter rolls onto his back.
