He walked in quietly, unannounced, early, and found her there.
She lay, sprawled as a relaxed and wanton picture or perfection naked on the sheets. Her hair pooled around her and her naked thighs glistening with the tell tail treacherous betrayal that she had been playing without permission.
Silently he slipped his sleek black phone from his pocket, and took a photo. Then he formed a plan.
His stern face grew dark, and as she moaned in her half sleep, he quietly walked away and slipped from the house unseen or unheard.
He was gone some time, about 3 hours.
His return was more announced, with the slam of a car door and the rattle of keys in the lock. His girl greeted him as she always did, on her knees at the door, her crisp white maids bib her only garment. Her tray holding a cool glass with ice rattling as it caressed the gin and tonic that was his pleasure.
She smiled up to him, her bright warm face with perfect makeup, happy he was home, unknowing of his anger and intentions...
He took the glass,
"Would Sir like to eat?" She said with a sweet inflection to her soft Scottish accent,
"Not yet." He said, his blank demeanour giving little away.
"I have something to do first." He said with just a little menace in his calm tone.
He wandered in, sipping the drink he had snatched up as he walked, ice tinkling while he looked around the place.
"Have you been busy today?" He asked in a quiet inquiring way.
"Yes Sir everything is ready for you and as you wish" she said, hopeful he'd not check the little things he often missed anyway...
He swung a thick black plastic shopping bag. Loosely his hand toyed with it and placed it slowly on the table as he slipped off his coat, revealing the crisp white shirt and dark tie he always had on.
"May I ask what you have Sir?" She asked as she crawled after him, knowing well not to stand before she was told.
"Look" he said in a flat voice. "Envelope first." He said. Sitting in a chair and watching her as her breasts bobbed when she reached up on her knees to retrieve the bag for the polished table top.
She liked it when He brought home a black bag, the contents were always from THAT shop and she was never unhappy with THAT shops stock.
She found the white envelope and slipped her finger in to open it, pulling out a photo... her heart dropped and her pulse jumped! She saw, she knew he had seen, she knew he was angry and she knew it would be bad.
She dared to look up to him, his eyes burning into her like hell was in his mind.
"I'm sorry Sir, truly, I'm not sure what came over me, I was so needy!"
He sipped...
"Please forgive me Sir." She said with a quiver in her voice.
"Open the bag" he said, his persona almost lazy, as the glass emptied and he placed it aside.
She took trembling fingers and with great trepidation, opened the bag further.
Two black boxes were inside.
"Open them."
It was a statement of fact that she would, not a request.