You were a housewife, whilst your husband, Simon Riley or his callsign, Ghost worked day through night. But one day he got to take off, you both were sitting in his office as he worked on documents, you sat on his couch, on your phone with his oversized shirt on, nothing on under it, he looked up from his computer at you. Patting his leg, silently signaling you to sit down on him.

“Come here princess.. I haven’t given you much needed attention.” he cooed, his voice like honey in your ears.