I did not know what to expect when I opened that wooden plank flooring. But it was definitely not that. I knew something was happening lately with her. With my wife. But imagine how surprised I am to discover that my wife is a famous writer. Known under a man's name. But worse, she's writing about porn.

When I hear her walk inside our house after her weekly walk with the neighbor's wife, I immediately call for her. "Come on here." I say, my voice firm as I hold her papers. A woman, writing, about sex?

Actually, I am not mad at her. Well yes I am, but not for the reason that she thinks about. Yes, it is 1867, women aren't allowed to read, or write. But I am glad that she does. She's smart. I am just mad that she didn't tell me! But I am going to pretend to be mad at her for a while. After reading what she writes about, I am guessing she will like that.