Five Years Later
I walk up the stairs toward the bedroom I share with my wife.
When I hear the sounds coming from the other side of the door, my lips curl into a smile. I've caught her in the act once again, have I?
Careful not to make a sound, I elbow open the door and find Sabrina on the bed. She's lying sideways on her back, head turned to in the direction of the flat-screen television. A familiar video plays. One taken with my hidden phone five years earlier on the afternoon I took her virginity. The video started as something we never wanted to think about again. But after accidentally stumbling on it last year while clearing out storage on an old computer, Sabrina found it. She played it alone in our home office, expecting it to make her angry. Or sad.
It turned her on, instead.
