“Piers,” I started, patience wearing thin despite his more forceful attitude towards me and my own forebodings; “I haven’t a f*****g clue what you mean. What in s**t’s name are you talking about: ‘Addition to our home’?
His face immediately clouded and, regardless of my contempt for both man and physique, a shiver of unease went through me.
“If I ever hear you swear in my presence again,” he told me with a conviction I’d yet to see in him, “you will regret having done so for the rest of your days.”
This was rich; given the language of the men he allowed to f**k his own wife and of which he must be privy on a regular basis; but his threat kept me quiet just the same as what he said next confirmed he was aware of the double-standard.
And unconcerned by it.
“What I choose to accept from
