"Michael? Where are you?" Patricia asked, walking through the house. As she walked, she held two cups of hot chocolate for herself and her husband Michael. By now, both of them were well into their fifties and had been married for almost thirty years and had raised a son and a daughter during most of that time. She never questioned her husband's loyalty to and love for her ... until that day.
She walked into the living room and spotted him near the window.
"Oh, there you are," she said, apparently startling him. He jumped up, knocking the contents of the cups over both of them. "Michael, what's wrong with ...!" she began to shout, but then stopped when she looked out the window ... and the obscene act occurring across the yard. Through their neighbor's window, she could see her neighbor Miranda Smith bouncing up and down on some guy, her naked breasts bouncing with her. They were in the middle of having sex ... and her husband was watching. Watching!
She turned and glared at him.
"You ruined my shirt," he said.
"I ruined your shirt? Michael, I think we have a bigger problem than your shirt. What the hell were you doing?!"
"Nothing," he said defensively. "I looked out the window to see if the mail truck was coming and I noticed those two teenagers across the yard. I was going to look away. But ..."
"But what?"
He was silent. Never in their thirty-year marriage had her husband done something like this. Or at least, she hadn't caught him doing it.
"Can we deal with this in a minute? That cocoa is hot."
"Good," she said meanly. But he had a good point. It looked like Michael got most of the hot chocolate on him, but Patricia got some too and could feel how hot the liquid on her was. She sighed. "Fine. Let's go change shirts. But after that, we need to talk."
He nodded, then they both headed off to their bedroom.
Once inside, they took off their wet shirts and donned new ones from the closet. But for some reason, they both ended up putting on shirts that they didn't recognize. How had the shirts gotten into their closet? And furthermore, both shirts had something printed on them.
Patricia's shirt said ...
