Laura giggled. “Maybe I do,” she took a sip of coffee. “What would you say if you came home and you found the two of us together in bed?”
“Can I watch please, Mistress?” I said with a grin.
“Hmph!” Laura said. “But if it was Tony you wouldn’t want to watch, would you?”
“No!” I said, the smile gone from my face. “I would hope I’d never find you with Tony.”
“You mean I’d be more careful than to let you find us together?” she was smiling now.
“No,” I said slowly, “I mean I hope you’re sensible enough to know that I’d kill you both with a blunt spoon if I ever thought you were together.”
She paused to consider that remark. “Can a spoon be blunt? Or maybe all spoons are intrinsically blunt?” she mused, looking up at the ceiling. “I know what you mean though. I love you so much, John. I
