You come home from a "long day at the office" to me, your wife; claiming that I'm in the middle of preparing you a meal for our romantic evening I had promised. I ask you how your day was, and even question you about your secretary along the way whom you seem rather close with. All the while, I seem to me scrapping my foot and sticking the other out in your direction. You grow impatient, confused as to when I will begin preparing the meal. I roll my eyes and claim that cooking is a process after all, and continue with casual chit chat as I tend to my soles. Worry and suspicion begins to cre... Show more