Oh, my sweet darling, Myth thought, a tiny amused smile gracing her lips as she stared down at the note taped to her camera bag. I am going to kill you in your sleep.

With a sigh, she plucked the piece of stationery from the bag and read it again, torn between laughter and outrage. Of all the…

”Dearest Wife, Why have you not yet worn the lovely nightgown I bought for you? It makes me sad that you have ignored the time and effort I put into finding a gift for you. Do you not love me anymore, Wife? Until I see you wearing the nightgown, I have taken the liberty of taking and hiding the zoom attachment for your camera where only I may find it. Hahahahaha!. Ha. You know what to do. Love, Husband.”

After a second and then third reading, Myth’s amusement won out and she doubled over with laughter. The note, she finally noticed that it had been faintly perfumed, fell from her fingers. ‘Mine would pay for this, certainly. But she could appreciate the joke. And as for the ‘lovely nightgown’... Snorting a laugh, Myth thought that the only lovely thing about it was that it would be easy to get rid of. Strategically placed christmas lights and a Fem!Bot-like cut were hardly qualities that she appreciated. The which Carmine knew very well.

Smirking a little, Myth tapped a fingertip thoughtfully against her chin and thought hard. Now how best to exact a little, gentle revenge? Oh, she’d have to leave her own note of course. And perhaps threaten him a little. The old standards of Death, Dismemberment and Sex Withholding simply wouldn’t work in this case. No, if he wanted to play games, well, she knew where to really hit him.

Grinning, she took the stairs to the second story three at a time and darted for the bedroom closet. Swinging the doors wide, she scanned his half, eyes lighting up in demonic glee as just the thing she wanted fell into view. Seizing the teal scarf, she bolted back down the stairs and made a beeline for her craft room. HEr crimping shears looked suitably frightening. They’d do.

Giggling hysterically, she took her her phone and first took a picture of the scarf, then the shears and then, a shot of the shears carefully resting upon the scarf. Working quickly, Myth texted each shot to Carmine before issuing her own little ultimatum.

”Husband, I’m afraid your terms are unacceptable. If you do not return the zoom attachment tonight, the scarf gets it. You know what to do. Love, Wife P.S. PWNED!”

Still grinning, she put the shears away and tucked the scarf where ‘Mine would have no chance of finding it. All that was left to do was sit back with a glass of wine and wait for the frantic text replies.

Delightful.