The table is a sparkle of silver, crystal and candlelight.
Dinner is perfection, ready for guests.

I look at him, eyes beseeching. He smiles, shakes his head, and passes the appetisers.

I lean forward to take the pressure off my bladder. The fullness in my belly is uncomfortable and arousing. I smile, passing the witticisms with the meat.

We meet in the kitchen before dessert.

“Please Sir, I know I’ve been horrible today, and I completely deserve punishment, but please?”

“Not yet. Serve.”

When the guests leave, I’m forgiven and re-balanced. Dishes can wait till morning.