Neither. Spend Time With Your Wife.

You knock on the door of your apartment. Room #502. Your keys are buried somewhere in your art bag, and you don't want to get them out. Luckily, you don't have to. The door opens, and your wife, Tamara, gives you a kiss.

"How was class?" She asked, smiling sweetly.

"Oh." Your mind is still on the backpack. Probably best not to tell her that you spent the entire time doodling. "Um. Yeah. It was good."

"Glad to here it. I just got back about an hour ago." She turned back into the apartment and walked into the kitchen. You followed, placing both your bag and Mya's on the couch. The place is pretty small. One Bedroom, a joint living room/kitchen, and a third room that you both use as a work space. "I'm going to be cooking in a bit. Want anything?"

"Oh. I'm okay, babe." You say. "I'll eat whatever you cook.

"What's that?" She asks you.

You mumble around looking for words. She's pointing at Mya's backpack on the couch. Damn. You hoped she wouldn't have noticed. Probably best not to tell her that it belongs to the girl who you fantasize about while in bed with her. Definitely best not to say that.

"A classmate of mine lost her backpack. I was going to return it to her tomorrow." You grab your things and take them to the work room.

"Oh. Cool." She gives you a light smile and then sets to work pulling out pots and pans. While she's distracted, you bring Mya's backpack to the workroom too.

You glance back at Tammy. She has an average figure, but she's reasonably attractive. Her vaguely asian features (her mother being Japanese), gives her a wide eyed cuteness that matches her personality. She's dressed pretty conservatively, but that's always been her style. Maybe, if you weren't who you were, if you didn't have the fetishes you have, she wouldn't be so damn disappointing...

Can someone say CONFLICT!? Well, regardless, I just want to remind you to like this thread if you had fun reading it!