Stan was annoyed as since the days were getting brighter and longer the dust on the furniture was becoming more evident..Not that Mary was a tyrant  in any way but she was out at work ,whereas he was free from his purgatory working with gamblers and homeless drug users.
Of course he had been pleased to be working to improve society but enough was enough.He already was helping two people on a voluntary basis at his  local church.Still Mary was labouring in the lecture hall explaing how linear algebra might help folk to lead better and more virtuous lives especially if they were going into Parliament or the higher reaches of the Civil Service which aided government ministers dealing with strange confusions in th Economy and the entire world
He picked up his microfibre dusting rag cut from an old towel and started to dust the TV set.After that he sprayed Dettox onto the keyboards of all their laptops,ipads,phones and remote controls.Then he dried them with an old tea towel made of cotton and linen.
Suddenly he heard the back door opening.In ran his beauteous mistress Annie wearing a green and red tracksuit and purple trainers with pink spots on.
Shall I make some lovely coffee,she asked impertinently.
I have not done much housework yet,Stan cried tearfully, with a smile
Let me see,she responded with the genuine  interest of the retired and bored,
My, this remote control is very,very clean,I am stunned
She put it in front of her eyes and glared myopically at it.
All her mindpower was concentrated on this one object which was now her whole world.
You have done brilliantly with this but you do need a break from this tedious and arduous work,she enthused to her aged lover.
Oh, OK then,Stan answered laconically.
She poured coffee and  Jersey milk into two Portmeirion pottery mugs and took them into the conservatory where she admired his potted plants and his herbs.
What ‘s this  funny plant here, she called.It wasn’t here last week,
It’s cannabis,he informed her wilfully.
Are you a user now she enquired tactlessly.
No,I am keeping it for a friend.. he is a scientist,Stan claimed
That’s what they all say,she riposted jocosely.
Well,I don’t know how to use it.I believe you smoke it so does it have to be dried?
I guess so , she said like a cowboy from Alabama on a diet of coke and french fries.
Well,I am not going test it,he said pensively.I don’t even smoke a pipe any more.I suck my thumb instead.It’s free.

Would you like to suck my toes,she asked him lovingly.
After all,the Duchess of York had hers sucked and I am her equal in some ways she told him truthfully

Sucking women’s toes has so far not been part of my repertoire and neither
has whipping and smacking them either.I prefer to suck their lips and caress their cheeks. Stan informed her politely
Which cheeks? she asked suspiciously yet humorously
Sorry,dear,I am happy to caress any part of your warm voluptuous flesh but I need to get on with the housework.
Just ignore it,she ordered him.I’ll help you after we have been to bed
I didn’t know we were going to bed, he said in a puzzled tone
Well,you do now,she giggled deliciously.
And so does Emile who is already on the landing from where he can see the mirror opposite the bed.What a naught boy he is,but what would you do in his position?
I thought so.