She felt relieved when the sound of water gushing out stopped. It should be over.
Next moment she flinched, Vivan's hand made his way to her butt again.
She finally caught the sparkle in his eyes.
Enough!
Sending daggers at the man, Ira in a fierce cold voice asked, "Do you want me to break your other leg?"
Ira squeezed the wiggly thing tight in her hand "Or this... third... leg?" as she said, hanging on every word spoken.
Feeling the cold atmosphere, he pulled back his hand in panic.
What break?
"Choose."
"Wife, you can't," he pleaded.
"Didn't you promise? It's your duty?"
His eyes are pure black and brighter under warm light. But that look marked some grievances and some sadness.
"What duty?"
With some uncertainity he whispered: "The obligation to meet the needs of the other half."
Ira stamped her feet to the washroom. After emptying the handheld urinal, she approached him.
And slammed her fist at his other leg.
