Even though I was all sweaty and gross after training, I was reluctant to take a shower. I didn't want to unwrap my knees. I thought I would give myself a little sponge bath, use a little body spray, slather on a little extra deodorant, and I would be okay until bedtime. I dressed up in some yoga pants that were loose enough to cover the bandages. I thought I would go back down to the nursery to play with the babies, or maybe see if the kitchen staff needed any help for the dinner preparations.
I had just closed my door behind me when out of no-where a huge hand grabbed my neck and threw me back into the wall. I choked and clawed at the hand, and looked up at my furious, red-faced husband. "You stupid, meddling little b***h. Do you think you can humiliate me in front of my parents
