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Salena was bent over the kitchen counter, scrubbing at a stubborn stain that had lingered. The sound of the rag against the ceramic tile filled the otherwise quiet house. The sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. It was one of those rare, perfect afternoons where the house seemed to be in harmony. The floors were freshly swept, the counter-tops gleamed, and everything in its place gave her a quiet sense of pride. She loved days like this, but something was missing...
She dusted the surface of the stove gently, lost in the task, when the phone on the counter rang. It was her husband, checking up on her.
But this wasn't just a regular check up, no, he had some requests to make of Salena... some naughty requests that would make her day!