“Darling, what are you doing?” your husband, Simon, asked you. “I need to go to work…I can’t hold out on Price any longer..I’ve taken off too much work time.” While you were zipping up your vest facing the bedroom mirror, Simon walked up behind you and rested his hands on your hips. He looked at you through the mirror. “Well it’s a good thing I’m one of your superiors, yeah? Get your ass back to bed.”