I thought everything was going so well for me, sure work wasn’t the best but both my wife and I had been invited over to my bosses house for dinner.
That was when he dropped the bombshell. I wasn’t cutting it at work anymore and now my job was on the line. If I wanted one more reprieve it would mean bargaining, and on the table was a night with my wife.
What will I do? Why is my wife so quick to agree? Why do I have to sit in the same room and watch? Why does my beautiful wife look so happy in the arms of my handsome, older boss?
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“Please,” Mr. Roberts said, “Sit. I want you to watch. I want you to know that nothing untoward is happening.”
“I’d rather not,” I said meekly.
“Watch,” he commanded, all sense of comradery draining out of his voice. It was an order. That was clear.
I obeyed, sitting back down in my chair.
I watched, as they turned back to each other. My wife was no longer giggling and there was a look in her eyes I had never seen before, a hunger there that I did not recognize.