When he drew himself up finally with an air that was both self-righteous and contemptuous, I knew an ultimatum could not be long in coming.
Sure enough:
“Gilly, I need you to listen very carefully now,” he told me in a low and intent voice he obviously thought would let me know he meant business.
“Go on,” I urged him, unperturbed.
“I’m giving you a chance to tell me this is all some kind of joke, or at least some kind of misguided attempt on your part to spice up our s*x lives a bit. But I’m warning you, if you keep this up then our marriage is going to be over.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?” I asked, confident he meant no such thing.
“You know me well enough by now, Gilly, to know I’m not the kind of man to be blackmailed or say something I don’t mean.”
Actually, I didn’t, but
