I could clearly see my hubs rummaging through my safe, or more clearly going through my jukeboxes. And I guess he had an idea of there being a false bottom in it. He was trying to run his hand to find that secret compartment.
I was curious so I moved to see him more clearly in action but that caused the sheets to crinkle and he quickly closed everything and went in to the bathroom.
I woke up as I felt surprised and irritated at the same time for bungling things up. Yet I could hear him whispering through the bathroom door that wasn't closed properly. He always does that.
"Yes! I found it. But it is locked. Do you have the keys?", he enquired to the other end of the phone.
"Yah okay! I'll wait!", and he put down his phone.
As he came outside and saw me near the dressing table, he panicked," Oh! Hun you woke up?"
"Sure thing! Just a few moments ago!", I replied.
"Nice! Let me make some coffee for us!"
"Why do you look so pensive?", I enquired slyly.
"Pensive? What pensive! I am fine. Just woke up hence the dead face!", he said in an awkward tone.
"Yahh!How was last night?", I asked.
"Next time I am squeezing into that dress and you are giving me the joy ride!", he said as his face changed from the tense to the relax.
"Yah sure thing!", I answered.
I bet he felt relaxed when he felt I never saw him do anything. But my mind was recing. Now more than ever I had to think about the key to the secret compartment even before my hubs tries to remove it.
But it was hard to remember. I could go back to time when my dad would after his assignments put a letter in that box. Yet I never saw this other with a blue canary. They both look almost similiar, like someone from the outside could hardly make out a difference from them.
Then I remembered how one day my dad took that box away with him. Usually it was next to my bedlamp and it stayed there.
I remember asking him where he had taken it and he said that it was the key to my joy and hence he had to get it protected.
It seemed weird. Kind of a cryptic message but the most surprising part is how does my hubs know about this jukebox? It was a part of my childhood.
As we sat down for breakfast, I tried to make small talks to weedle truth out of his mouth.
And it seemed futile. So my next plan was full proof and I began executing it.
As we were about to leave for work, me already dressed up and him still putting his pants on, I went upto him and put my hands in his pants, could see he was turned on.
And left. Before I washed my hands and closed the door, I could see him horny yet agitated.
He was calling me out but he couldn't come out with a boner.
My mission's first step had begun. And within two days I was going to take the truth out of him.