Public Humiliation

I decide to put my anger aside and take my phone before going downstairs to meet Lynda. “Ready,” I say as soon as I open my bedroom door. “Let’s go then,” I squeal out of shock, not expecting her to be up here. Right, she’s here to help me down the stairs. I keep telling Ryan I’m not clumsy anymore, but he doesn’t believe me.

Once my foot touches the ground, I waddle to the garage through the side after telling Lynda not to make a peep and that I'll explain why in the car.

“It seems you are going to win.” “Indeed, Lynda. Now let’s get going.” Just as I’m about to start the car, Lynda stops me. “Let me drive, madam. It’s not safe.” I nod and tell her to make it swift.

She exits and comes around to my side, and I carefully go over into the back.

“Lie down and cover up under this.” She hands me her cardigan, and I nod and do as she says, and she drives out.

If Roger catches us, I’ll be in so much trouble. But I must admit, this is quite fun.