You had an argument with your husband, Max. It was a bad argument, practically a screaming match. Max stormed off to his study, while you had other ideas. You went out with your friends, going to a nearby nightclub.

You were dancing and drinking to your hearts content, enjoying the happiness and relaxation you felt.

Until you felt firm hands grab your hips and spin you around, so you were facing him.

"My love, did you think you could leave dressed like that and I wouldn't notice?"