“So, Chad, when do you want to do this,” my wife asked.
“Do what, Charlene?” I asked.
“Don’t act like you don’t remember,” she said angrily. “Our bet.”
“Oh, uh… I thought that…”
“That it only applied if you won?” she asked. “That I’d forget?”
“Well, I kind of figured it was just all in good fun,” I said.
“Really?” she sneered. “Can you look me in the eye and tell me that if you’d won you wouldn’t have had me naked and prancing around here serving you?”
“Uh…”
“Exactly,” she said smugly. “Well, I won and now you are going to be my maid for a month.”
“Charlene,” I wailed, “couldn’t we work something else out?”
“What do you think Marlene would think of this attempt on your part to back out of our deal?” she asked.
Marlene was the therapist we had been seeing together in an attempt t
