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It's been a long week, and I am so ready for the weekend. On my drive home I receive a text from you, you tell me you are cooking a nice dinner and when I get home I am to go directly to the bathroom, shower and shave, and then to put on the outfit you have for me on our bed. I ask what are we doing this weekend. your only reply is Tana is at your parents for the weekend. any further text I send to you simply go unanswered, until you finally send one that just says, shower, shave and wear what I have on our bed.

When I am finally home I see you are in the living room, I also see you are wearing the red babydoll I like so much. You also are eating dinner, my favorite meal, a beef roast with mashed potatoes, grave, corn on the cob, and biscuits. I say you look great and go to get a plate, but again you tell me to go shower and shave, my outfit is on the bed. I reluctantly go to the bathroom and do as you have said. When I finish with my shower I dry off and then shave, I wrap a towel around me not knowing what to expect is on the bed, but when I get in there I see it's simply made, no outfit or anything. I look around and yet cant find an outfit, and head out to you still in the towel. When I get in there I begin to speak, only to see the disappointment on your face and hear you say, That is not what I had out for you to wear. Looking at you confused, you tell me to take the towel off. I then unwrap the towel and drop it on the floor, only to hear you say, Greg, that is not what we do with our wet towels, go hang it up. Once again I do as you've said, and return to make my plate, walking into the kitchen, you ...

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