The next day, as I had promised, I would return to my company; it had been too many months since I had made even the slightest appearance.
I got up earlier than usual and made myself regal.
"Darling, good morning" my husband looked at me quizzically "are you going out on a date?"
"Good morning, dear, no" I simply replied as I finished touching up my make-up.
"You look very elegant. where are you going?" he asked me puzzled.
"For company, I'm going crazy in this house, and I want to get back to work, I've been away for months".
George was silent; I could tell through the dresser mirror his worried face was as if I had kicked him in the middle of his crotch.
"I don't think it's necessary for you to come back honey, I've got it under control" he came up to me and began to stroke my
