You were going to a school reunion after not seeing your schoolmates for years, now that everyone parted ways and went on with their lives.

You got ready, wearing a silk dress with a slit, exposing your left thigh a bit. Your makeup was done as well, and you were ready to go.

You walked downstairs to the front door until you saw your husband leaning on the staircase with his arms crossed.

"And, where do you think you're going, young lady? Especially dressed like that." He said strictly.