"If I see it stops turning you on, I'll stop," my young wife promises, "but until then..."
I can only shake my head, knowing that she might as well have said she'd be calling me Uncle for the rest of our lives.
Seeing that all eyes are still on us, I make a gesture for them to carry on while curving an arm around my wife's waist as I lead her out of the conference hall.
"Where are we going?" she whispers.
"Where Uncle Slater can punish you," I whisper back mockingly, "because you've been a very bad girl."
The End