I walk into the house to the scent of french vanilla candles burning. “Sweetheart, is that you?” I hear you say from the bedroom. I walk through the door and the room was dark and all I could see was candlelight on the nightstand. I hear you coo, “I’m over here, Sweets.” I follow your voice to the corner of the bedroom and I see you standing there handcuffed to a stripper...