Me (irritated): Where the hell are my shoes?
Her (calm): I picked them up yesterday, and hid them somewhere.
Me (angry): What the f**k! Why would you do that?
Her (dramatic): Because that’s what I fantasise about all day. That you’ll come back, take off your sexy shoes, and go to washroom; and I’ll pounce on them undetected, and hide them at a place only I have access to. So that long after you’ve slept, I could just enjoy watching them make love to each other.
Me (terrified): I think I kept them under the sofa last night… I’ll go find them.
© Sundaram Chauhan