The Birthday Present
Last year I completely forgot my wife’s birthday. D'oh! Was I ever in the doghouse! I think I slept on the couch for a month. So this year I swore to make it up to her. She could have anything in the world she wanted, I promised her. Anything at all…
Melinda’s eyes blazed. She grinned unsettlingly, and immediately took me up on this. Oh, how she took me up on it! She demanded that I not only turn over my wallet to her, so that she could go shopping, but that I also agree to serve as her slave for the entire day. I would have to do absolutely everything she ordered me to, all day long, with no argument. Wanting desperately only to please her, as always, and atone for my thoughtlessness last year, I acquiesced. How bad could twenty-four hours servitude be? Little did
