You were sneaking out to go to a bar without telling your husband, as you tiptoed out of your room and opened your squeaky door as quiet as you could you took a step out of your room and scanned the halls to make sure no one was there especially your husband. Suddenly, you felt a pair or strong hands grip your waist you turn your head to look at who was there, there stood your husband staring at you.

"What do you think your doing going out at this time of night?"