"My Goddess... I would never," he said defensively, with a hint of chastisement in his tone that made it sound like he would have to come up with a punishment when next he saw her.  He admired the photograph of her that he kept on his desk, running his pinky over the curve of her cheek as he spoke with her, "I simply hid the blue thermos in the spare bedroom because I was hoping you would drink from the pink one that I had you fill.  I'm insulted that you'd even imply such a cruel thing from me.  Just for that, you can't play with the dogs until I get home, either," he taunted even before he listened to what she had to say about the neighbors.<br/><br/>"It's honestly about time, I remember the house was sold... it seems like ages ago now.  You were still seeing that redheaded woman from the private school," he tried to remember.  The house had sat empty for so long since he and his sister had moved in, and while the rest of the cul-de-sac was friendly, they'd never really been the Stepford Neighborhood that he'd promised his beautiful wife on the day they'd married one another.  She wanted to be the filthy family with the darkest secret in the cleanest neighborhood.  But very rarely did their current neighbors ever come over to see her.  He smiled, "I hope they're married.  We could use another couple to do things with," he said knowing full well the images that would play through her mind, even though he meant the statement to be as innocuous as it sounded.<br/><br/>"You may go over before I get home," he said with a smile that carried into his tone, "But don't sleep with anyone.  Invite them over for dinner, get to know them.  Play that role as clean wife that you've been rehearsing in the mirror every morning while you think I don't notice," he teased.  "But darling... wear your anal beads when you visit them," he taunted, "And my love.  Do have a breathmint after you empty both of your thermoses, won't you?"