At the McMillan's home Suzan was holding the front door open for Charles who walked in with a certain feminine sway to his hips. "Sarah! We're home!" Charles shouted upstairs, there was no answer. "Well sweetie, it looks like we're on our own this evening." He said to Suzan "How about I cook dinner and then we can have a nice romantic evening?" "Sounds like a plan babe." Suzan replied as she went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a beer while Charles got started on dinner.
Suzan headed into the lounge turned on the TV and sloughed down in what used to be Charles's favourite chair and got comfy by spreading her legs out. Charles meanwhile was getting dinner ready and setting the table, as he did he thought about how Suzan had been such a lady ever since they came out of Dr Jackson's office
When they got to the reception desk Suzan had put her arm around his shoulders as she paid for their appointment and signed up for the next one; she had even held the passenger door of their car for him while he sat down and slid his legs inside, Suzan had then driven them home. What neither of them had realised that the instructions that Dr Jackson had given them was that over the next week Suzan would become more dominant in the relationship eventually acting like the husband while Charles would start being more submissive and eventually end up as the housewife. Dr Jackson had also left in his customary instructions that they would recommend his practice to anyone else.
Meanwhile back at Dr Jackson's office, he had one more patient to deal with for the evening
