A Step Back in Time

She led you back to her closet by the hand and pulled her old school uniform from the back. Her eyes were transfixed on the lightly faded St. Primrose patch on the front.

You worried that he might not agree to her proposition. Even if he still had the impulse to act like a bully, he might not want to. She agreed but didn’t look away from the patch.

You pointed out that he might take it too far. Bullies were not always known for respecting limits. She assured you that everything would be negotiated for her safety. She didn’t look away from the patch.

You asked her if she was sure. She said she was.

Finally, with a defeated sigh you agreed. If this is what it would take to make her happy, you weren't going to fight it. You never expected that this conversation would have ended with something so audacious though. She was planning to fuck her own high school tormenter. Your wife smiled and laughed at the absurdity of it all with you. Yet, she still didn’t look away from the patch.