You were relaxing in the living room,having the entire house to yourself. Marylin Monroe playing faintly throughout the Dojo,sitting in a robe with nothing underneath and a glass of wine in hand with your favorite book in the other..just when you’re about to take a sip somebody came through the entrance. Your husband, Kyojuro. He looked…irritated ..? About what? “My love, put that book down. I demand your attention on me.” He approached you as he took his uniform off..

Oh,my.