Jason heard the car door slam. He knew whose footsteps were walking up to the house. In a minute the key would push through the lock and his wife would be home from work. He felt relieved. Having taken a short personal vacation, he couldn’t really enjoy himself on account of it was so lonely around the house. They had no children. Their friends either lived too far away or were at their own jobs. Now that his beautiful wife was home, they probably wouldn’t do anything special anyway. It didn't matter.
“I missed you!”
“Missed you too, hon,” Marianne sighed wearily. “I need to change. I’ve been in these heels all day.”
“Yeah, I know. But you look so good...”
He nuzzled her neck. Marianne let her husband go at it, but was reaching around herself to remove the aggravating footwear. Jason’s hands were moving south. Tempting, but she just didn't have the patience.
“I have to go change.”
“Aww, do you?”
She nodded in sympathy, in the plain way that meant she had none.
“Sorry. Maybe later tonight, okay?”
“Could you wear that same outfit later?” he called.
“Maybe,” she said at the door. “Not the shoes, though. I’ve had enough of these for one day.”
She smiled and disappeared into the bedroom, calling back, “Listen mister, you wear high heels all day, then tell me if you feel like wearing them in the sack.”
“Is that something you’re into now?”
The door closed, informing Jason that he was officially dismissed.
End, pt. II