Well?

 

"Well?" your wife asked when you walked in the door, leaning over, obviously anxious.

"Hon," you mumbled.

"What did he say?" she asked.

"I...we...he..."

"Stop teasing me, what did he say?" she asked.

"He...he said no," you said, eyes down.

She smiled, a half smile; you weren't sure if she was happy or annoyed. "Well I guess that's that." She started to stand like the conversation was over.

"But...but he...I...I thought...it's not fair."

She sat back down, leaned forward. "If he says you're not permitted to masturbate, I'm sure he has a good reason."

"He...he wouldn't even explain," you complained.

"Why should he?" she said

"I...I'd like to know," you said.

"He's the man, your role is to serve and obey; if he want's to explain his reasoning, I'm sure he will. Otherwise, just do as you're told."