"Oops!" said Stephanie to herself as she drove through the red light, looking furtively into her rear view mirror, hoping not to see a police car turning on its lights.
Stephanie was in trouble and she knew it. She was supposed to meet her lover 45 minutes ago, but got hung up at work when her boss asked her a question just as she was about to leave, and again when an accident backed up the traffic. And her lover didn't like to be kept waiting.
She pulled up in front of their love nest and there he was leaning against the door, looking at his watch. Quickly looking into the vanity mirror to check her hair, Stephanie gulped and then got out of the car.
"Hi, Joe," she said, putting on her cheeriest face as she walked toward him.
"Where have you been?" he frowned. "You know I have to work tonight!"
Trying to get back on his good side, Stephanie gave Joe a peck on the cheek, opened the door, and pulled him inside.
"Oh, no you don't! You're not getting off that easily!" he said with a stern look on his face. "Stephanie, you've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?"
"Yes, Joe, I've been naughty," she said, a little flushed, and knowing that it would be useless to try to explain, she simply left it at that.
Joe moved over to the couch and sat down. "And what happens to naughty girls?" he asked, still frowning.
A little flustered, Stephanie hesitated before saying, "Uh, um, they get ..... punished?"