He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her. What had started as a fun afternoon had gone wrong when he told her there was no way he was leaving his wife for her. There was nothing serious in what they got up to, he thought she’d understood that – obviously she hadn’t. As he called out her name he heard the front door slam. Shit! She really had gone. How the hell was he going to explain to his wife why he was tied, stark naked, to a kitchen chair with a pair of frilly knickers stuck on his head?
Day 17 of my Drabble Project
(100 x 100 word stories in the month of October).