Carl sat, his bare back against the locked door. He already tried the handle multiple times. No luck there. Banging didn’t help either. His wife would never be able to break free from those pink furry handcuffs.
He was screwed. Not in a good way either.
Now Carl had to do the unthinkable. He had to walk down to the front desk of this bed and breakfast and beg for another key. And do it completely naked.
Carl wasn’t sure how this was going to play out, but his wife could no longer claim their love life had gotten stale.
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