There was a debate going on in Phill’s mind, and he was stuck as to what to do next.  Fortunately, his friend came in and saved him.  It did seem almost anticlimactic to Phill as the evening wound to a close, but then, just because they were going home didn’t mean the fun had to stop.  Sleep came late, and Phill found himself feeling a tad guilty.  On one hand he thoroughly enjoyed what had happened between him and his wife, on the other he was wondering if he should have.  There are rules on how women are to be treated, and he had broken all or most of them in one glorious moment.  A moment his wife did seem to enjoy.<br/><br/>He left her some simple orders; wear one of her two piece swimsuits and nothing else for the rest of the day when she got back from work.  Mostly, he liked looking at her and thought that wearing a swimsuit would help her feel more comfortable while letting him get more eye candy.   He wanted to give further orders, but couldn’t think of anything that sounded evil and dastardly.  In his head, what he did think up sounded more like a horny teenager than being really evil, certainly nothing to make his wife gasp and shiver.  So feeling anticlimactic, breakfast was a mild affair where he had breakfast with his scantily clad wife.<br/><br/>As he drove into work he was distracted by what had happened the night before.  On one hand, he had completely disrespected his wife as lady.  No gentlemen should ever treat his wife the way he did.  He had gagged her with his sock!  That was not how he was supposed to treat her.  Yet, he couldn’t help remember how hot she looked.  How utterly turned on she was.   He should have made sure she was taken care of and yet, he can’t ignore how she had reacted.  It hadn’t been fear, or revulsion, it was passion, pure hot passion.  Maybe he would get her some roses.  Maybe he should have bent her over the breakfast table for a nice spanking and some quick sex.  She WAS his after all.<br/><br/>When he got to his desk Phill had intended to give her more instructions, but work has little respect for ideas and plans, his day came from the pits of hades in a greyhound bus that ran him over, backed up, drove forward again, and then went off a cliff to a fiery wreck.  He left Simon a quick text saying he was working late, dinner would be late, but wanted to continue more then.  He called Kate and told her quickly that he would be late, but to remember to do what she was told.  Then his day was lost in math, physics, and meetings.<br/><br/>Coming back home Phill grabbed the mail and strolled inside flipping through It as he hangs up his keys. “Kate?  You here?”  He felt mostly like he needed a drink or two.  The mail was not something he really cared about, but still he was here, it was here, might as well sort it out a little.  Going into the kitchen he laid the roses on the table, looked around for Kate again, and then went into his office.<br/><br/>It wasn’t hard to sort the mail into its categories, things that needed to be seen to now, things that could wait, and things that went into his industrial strength shredder.  With that sorted Phill pulled out his pocket knife to cut open the bills he determined he needed to look out now.  Most were greeted with a nod and a grunt, and then set into the ‘in’ basket to be paid.<br/><br/>Then he made it to the credit card bill.  His eyes fell on the total, and his eyebrows went up.  “KATE!”  He was yelling now.  It was that tone, that horrible angry tone he got anytime he looked at the credit card bills.  It wasn’t that they were high, or even over what he could afford, or even that he was the only one paying the bills, it was that he didn’t want them that high.  He didn’t really want them at all, but he had lost that argument a while ago. Now, it was simply a non-winnable argument for either one of them, and today was probably the worst day for him to look at bills he doesn’t like. “KATE!  COME HERE, PLEASE!”  Even angry he was still polite; he had been drilled in how to be a gentleman, even if he was sure he could talk the judge into letting him off for murder because his wife was spending all of his money.<br/>