*You hear the keys in the front door, and breath a sigh of relief. You go to the hallway and see your wife coming through the door. Her hair is a mess and her dress all creased. You can smell the alcohol on the air as she closes and locks the door behind her. She turns to face you, standing tall in her stiletto heels.* "Oh, you're still up! I was hoping you would be." *A smirk crosses her face and she bites her bottom lip.*