Author's note: This one has some strong themes that might upset more gentle people. Reader discretion is advised.
Yes, Dear
Joseph Fournier was finishing his evening tea when his wife Mary suddenly shouted at him, “Slave!”
He stiffened, and became still. Mary came up to him and waved a hand in his unblinking face. He made no movement, and she smiled. “”Tell me, whose slave are you?” She said.
“Yours” he replied in a monotone.
“It worked!” she laughed. “Go put your cup in the sink, and then come back here.”
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