"I wish," said Jon, "that, until I wish otherwise, that Sarah was being punished by being forced to be my wife. She would be a housewife, which would involve staying home, cooking, cleaning, attending to my needs and having my babies. I could get her knocked up whenever I want. She would compulsively obey any orders I give her, no matter how humiliating, and would make my happiness her first priority. Finally, she would hate being my housewife, but she would not think to try and disobey me, leave or even get a job."
The stone flashed. Moments later, Sarah entered the room, dressed like a 1950's TV housewife, one hand on a very pregnant stomach. Her eyes were red, like she had been crying recently. "Dinner is ready, honey," she said.
