Perhaps Demi Moore has found alternative uses for invisible fence technology. One wrong move and Ashton gets to ride the lightning. You'd think he'd be happy to be the meat in that sandwich.
This is going to hurt you alot more than it's going to hurt me.
Ashton seems to be growing into his role as Demi's meat puppet. He doesn't ask to see his young, immature friends anymore, and is perfectly content reading Dickens by the fire - warily eying the proximity of Demi's hand to the red-hot poker resting in the glowing embers.
OK, I kid. They seem to be madly in love and closer than ever. And they are - now that Ashton's actual age is starting to catch up with Demi's cosmetically enhanced youth, he's actually starting to look like the older one.
"It could always be worse," Ashton may think. "I could look like her last husband." Considering he's closer in age to her oldest daughter (and quite chummy, by the look of things), he might be content to ride it out. They seem like a tight family, even if they are in denial about Rumer's club life.
