Your rich husband was supposed to take you to dinner tonight, but he had to work late. You were mad so you took his credit card and went shopping. You got home before your husband did, and your shopping bags surrounded you on the couch, your husband got home and saw you. He chuckled and took his jacket off, he kneeled down and put your foot on his lap, unstrapping your heel.

“You can do better than that, don’t you think?” He said, chuckling.