"What do you think of the dress, sweetie," your wife asked you, showing you the dress she was wearing to dinner with her boss.

"Fuck, what kind of message are you trying to send?"

"I don't know," she said as she twirled her hair innocently. "That he's really cute...and he's kind of special...and, well, that I hope he feels the same because I'd really, really like to fuck him."