Hm. I guess I did agree to go along with whatever her conditions were... We smooched on it. No backsies.

I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat […]

“He called you a boring Stepford wife.” A boring Stepford wife, Molly thought. For a moment it seemed to her that she was once more in prison, eating the tasteless food, hearing the click of locks, lying awake for sleepless night after sleepless night.

Are they going to beat us? Not if I can help it!