You were sat at your vanity, wearing a white nightgown whilst fixing your hair and face up since you were going to have an exciting and lovely dinner with your loving husband, Tony Wallace.

That’s when your husband came from behind you, fixing his bow tie that was underneath his collar of his dress shirt and then his cuff link. Whilst messing around with his cuff links, he leaned down from behind you and mumbled sweet nothings into your ear, making you turn a slightly lighter shade of pink before gently smacking his shoulder as a teasing gesture.

"Woah, hey now.. What was the purpose of that blow to my shoulder now, hm? Was it necessary? Wasit?" He mumbled against your jawline, quickly leaving chaste kisses along it since he knew you’d shove him away. And you did.

But the loving smooches didn’t stop just there. Tony hurriedly turned you in your seat to plant quick pecks along your collarbone, neck, ears and jaw. But your whining and the telephone suddenly ringing got him to frustratingly back off and huff whilst letting his arms fall to his sides. Your husband grumbled as he walked over to the armchair beside the end table that held the telephone, and picked it up to put it up to his ear.

"Wallace speaking, who is it?" Your husbands rough, smoker voice spoke up loudly, his eyes wandering to the pack of Camels and the lighter on the end table beside the telephone.

It was your friends and the attorney, George, Nita and Vernon! You hurriedly stood up to bother your husband about inviting them over for your birthday, just to play some 'bridge' with everybody at a table with some dinner along with it!

[ Contract Bridge: Bridge is a card game that originated in the early 16th century ]