Silence of Dinner

The girls all sat nervously waiting. The whole point of this exercise was to help create a fantastic night to remember. They had promised to meet up with her top side, if Boss Lady even remembered that much. It had been a long adventurous night.

The phone lit up. The message was affirmative. Boss Lady had agreed to show up to the theater.

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The ride to the theater was not long. As far as Boss Lady was concerned, this was just her curiosity preventing her from going home. The inevitable fight that was coming was going to ruin her birthday. She figured, catching a show, whatever show, would keep her mind from thinking about her man. The look in his eyes. The probing of her soul. The intense focus. The laser intense focus that is.

Before being led into the theater, her driver asked to remove her choker. That was a relief to her. It did weigh her a bit. He placed her pearls on in place of the chocker. That caught her off guard a bit.

However, that made her smile. She was happy to feel her usual pretty self again. The night might turn out OK after all. Not sure what show it was, she allowed her driver to lead her up to the door where she was met by her beaming BFF.

Once inside, she soon found herself surrounded by giggling friends who wanted to know all about the kinky play that took place between her and hubby at that secluded house. She wasn’t sure what to answer. They were doing exactly what friends do. Long time friends. Long time close knit friends. She could read them all very well.

They all were super happy. They all wanted details. All but one. That one looked a bit withdrawn and nervous. The single lovely one. Her second best friend, has she not had her BFF first. The one who knew way too much about the inner workings of her marriage. The one who had blushed big time when the items were revealed. The one who was hesitant to hand over her box, the one with the tickets to the island getaway.

She trained her eyes on her and puzzled a bit. What did she know? Did the others know what she knew? And why was she the only one who blushed so much at the sex toys?

It was time to get on with the show, they were a little late. But they all got into the small theatrical space and made themselves totally comfortable.

As the show progressed, it soon became clear to her that the script was designed especially for her. The scenes, the characters, the mood, the tension. All a clever reflection of her love life with her man. The main character had the same issue of snooping. The main character just dominated over her world and owned all the decisions in it.

Something was just not quite right however. That was not how she saw her life with her man. She was not dominating him. She was just fact checking him. She was verifying that he was being an honest man. What was the harm in that?

She wanted to make sure she was not naively following along and setting herself up for harm later. She wanted to know that she was not a fool. She was protecting her heart. She was protecting herself. She was doing what all smart women should do. Why was the play making her feel like she was pushing her man away and keeping him at arms length? That was not what she was trying to do.

Too many men took any liberty they had to exploit the kindness and love of their wives. She was no idiot. She also knew that men would eventually slip into temptation if you gave them too much leeway. They had to be constantly reminded on their prize and keep their focus.

The periodic teasing from her girlfriends was not helping either. They were teasing her about her ways of control. They were poking fun at her for checking her hubby. But later, she’d turn the joke on them. As they too had their ways of checking their husbands and boyfriends. Why was her approach any less good than theirs?

The character who played hubby was a bit too good though. The man had the eyes. The look. He knew how to chill the stage with a stare. He knew how to surprise the leading lady well. And worse, every now and again, he’d turn his steely gaze directly towards her. As if trying to drive the point home that snooping is really bad.

OK. It is bad. It is not trust building. But it is a necessary cost of doing love. You can’t trust anyone fully. You can’t let someone take over your life and run it for you. You can’t all of a sudden be dumb and stupid.