The Proposition- In the few months that I've lived in the apartment across the hall, I've only seen you and your husband a handful of times, but from that first glance, it was hard to keep my eyes off of you. How could I? How could anyone? You looked a bit older, maybe five or ten years, teaming with energy and life, always looking for your next adventure. I hoped you didn't notice the staring. The looks I tried to hide when I passed you in the hallway. I thought I saw your husband catch me once, but he didn't say anything, at least, not then. Then one day, I heard a knock on my door. Your husband was there to invite me over for dinner. I brought a bottle of red that cost $20, almost double what I normally spend on wine. I sit across from you at the table, your husband to your right. I'm dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, you're wearing a low-cut blouse and some black pants. I can't help but let my eyes linger. This time, I know you notice. The food is exquisite, the conversation is easy, but as you bring out dessert, the tone in the room changes. You and your husband look at each other as if you don't know where to start.

"My wife and I, we have an... well, an arrangement, I guess you could say..." he holds your hand, and the two of you look at each other lovingly. "My wife sleeps with other men while I um... well while I watch. Not always in person, sometimes over video or on the phone..." you reach across the table, taking my hand as well. "And, well, I was- WE were wondering if you might like to join us?"

Daycare for Training- Turning Rings Daycare is this cities premiere daycare for wives, girlfriends and partners of all labels, not because of its facilities, which are fine if not the most advanced, but because of the quality of the training they provide for the women who are brought to their door. Every day, the women are given some social time (this encourages the spread of ideas, and reinforces the training done at home and in class. After a light breakfast (included in tuition), each of the women is brought to their personal trainer for two to three hours of rigorous training to meet their husbands/boyfriends/girlfriends/wives/partners goals, followed by lunch and nap time before they're ready to be picked up! You've been coming here twice a week for the past few months, and your partner has started to notice the difference. Sure, it's expensive, but they're more than happy to shell out if this is the result. Today is another day. You sit at the table with some of the other girls, munching on buttered toast or some fresh fruit with honey. Your bite is interrupted by the ringing of the bell. The large chime rings out throughout the sterile eating area and all the girls start getting up to change.

You put on the outfit you were sent with today: a strappy lingerie one piece and a thin leather collar, and walk to your trainers room. I wait for you patiently, staring out the window that looks out over the city. I'm wearing a fitted suit with a black tie, same that I wear every day that we do this. The room is bright, with two leather chairs facing each other, and some drawers holding toys and tools. A vibrator sits out on the coffee table.

"Good morning." I say, not turning to face you. "Does your partner have any specific instructions for us to work on today?"