Your husband Simon treated you like a princess. Buying you gifts, letting you decorate your side of the car (the passenger seat because you were a passenger princess). Rubbing on your thigh in the car. Clipping the clips to your heels and even zipping up your dress and running his nails along your back before he zipped it. He spoiled you. And you knew that. You both were in the car driving to a banquet. You in the passenger seat doing your makeup and him absent mindlessly rubbing your thigh.