She Needs A Quiet Night
They were planning for a quiet night. The only thing was, they each had different ideas of what quiet meant. You see, he was going to head upstairs and surf around on his phone. Perhaps look at some porn, respond to some work e-mails, fall asleep by 8pm. Her idea was completely different. She was leaving work, maybe an hour from getting home, when she texted him, “Hey dear. Can you do me a favor? Can you run to the store and grab me a nice bottle of wine? You can get yourself some beer… Make sure you’r back in the next 30 minutes or so.” ...