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"It's your lucky day," laughed Henry. "I'll let you keep the tip too."

And then we were back out in the dazzling sunshine on the sidewalk, shaking hands formally and wishing each other well. I headed off toward my car, and Henry walked off in the opposite direction. I forced myself not to turn to have a last look at him, so I'll never know if he turned to have a last look at me.

Seated again in my car, I turned my phone back on and was greeted with a number of messages from Alex. One of them gave me the time of our dinner reservation for that evening at one of our favorite restaurants. He'd probably made the reservation after our earlier exchange of harsh words, but as they (whoever 'they' are) say, "It's the thought that counts!" Or is it "Better late than never!" that they say?

Any copy writer who can come up with a good greeting message for a 'Spouse's Belated Anniversary' card deserves to be made a Department Head. And you can bet that he'd be male.

I sent Alex a message, telling him that I'd meet him at the restaurant but that I might be a little late because I'd need time to get home and change for the evening. I'd choose a sexy dress for the occasion, of course, but I thought I might leave my underwear unchanged despite the fact that my panties were now stained and quite pungent. The problem with that strategy was that Alex would probably be turned on when he discovered the signs of my arousal. He'd wrongly assume that he was the cause of it. Of course turning on my husband on our wedding anniversary is something I look forward to doing annually.

I decided not to tell Alex anything about my afternoon's activities. As I said, I'm pretty sure I love my husband. But check with me again after dinner tonight.