The Game We Play

When He Knows That I’ve Been Naughty

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“Where have you been?” he demands as I hurry through the door. “When I call you to come home, I want you back here right away.”

“I understand,” I reply meekly, trying to surreptitiously straighten my blouse, which is not quite buttoned right. “I got here as quickly as I could when I got your text.”