He had been the top broker with his firm for ten years in a row and had been asked to help train other brokers at this year's annual training and awards convention in New York. She decided to go along so that she might take in some of the sights and do some shopping.
Their flight went well as did the limo ride and check in to their hotel suite. She was amazed at how nicely appointed their rooms turned out to be.
When they walked into their suite he immediately excused himself to the bathroom and she began unpacking a few things from their luggage. Then she walked into the bathroom only to discover a couple of bread ties lying on the bathroom floor. "Did you put those in here?" she asked.
"Did I put what in there?" he asked as he walked back into the bathroom.
"Those," she said, pointing at the bread ties in the middle of the bathroom floor.
"They weren't there when I was in there," he said.
"Stop it," she shouted. "Just stop it!"
"Stop what?" he asked.
"You know," she started crying, "trying to drive me crazy."
"I'm not trying to drive you crazy," he argued. "I told you I didn't put those there."
"Well who did?" she asked.
"I don't know," he answered. "Maybe the housekeeping staff failed to get them up when they cleaned the room."
"But you said they weren't there when you were in there."
"Maybe they were and I didn't see them," he replied. "Honey, this isn't like you, starting a fight over a couple of bread ties-- you don't act like that."
"You're right," she cried, "I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me lately."
"Are you still seeing that therapist?" he asked. "If you want we can find someone else?"
"My therapist is fine," she answered, drying the tears from her eyes. "I still go every week."
"Remember," he said reaching to take her hand, "it's not like we're hurting for money. If you need anything I'll gladly pay for it."
"I know," she smiled as she pulled him close. "Thank you for being there for me."
All went well for the rest of the weekend. She spent her days as she had planned, shopping and sight seeing while he trained the other brokers. Each night there was a banquet with lots of speakers, awards, and spotlights shining on those who got the awards. She actually enjoyed being in the spotlight with him even if his fame would never be known beyond brokerage circles.
On their last night there she was feeling quite giddy, perhaps from the alcohol and perhaps from just having some time away from home. She had no qualms about be receptive to his advances that night. As a matter of fact, she could hardly wait to get him alone in their luxurious suite.
They had been making love just a minute or so when she moved her hand to the back of his neck. "What's this?" she asked.
"What's what?" he mumbled, continuing to make love to her.
"Stop," she demanded. "Let me see the back of your neck. What is this?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said as he turned his head so that she could see the back of his neck."
"Oh my god!" she shouted.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's a bread tie sticking out of the back of your neck!" she exclaimed.
"It can't be," he said, "Pull it out so I can see it. Ouch, that hurt!"
"You said pull it out," she said, showing him the bread tie with blood on one end. "Didn't it hurt when you poked it in your neck?"
"I didn't poke that thing in my neck," he said. "I didn't even know it was there."
When they arrived back home the next day he dropped her off and drove to the office to begin catching up on some of the work and customer calls he'd missed while out of town. She walked inside the house, closed the door behind her, walked through the foyer and looked to see bread ties scattered all over the house.
She went to get her broom.
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