“Hi honey, how was work today?” Mary asked Joe when he walked through the door.
“Same old, same old,” Joe said. “You know how it is when you’re working on the assembly line as a blue collar worker. It’s dreary.”
“Well, sweetie,” Mary said, “you know what’s not dreary? Let’s do one of our role play things this evening, like the one where you’re the detective and you collar me for being a hooker. But before you take me to the station to book me, I persuade you, using all of my feminine charms, to join me in bed and I convince you to drop the charges in exchange for a little nookie.”
“Oh you are such a naughty girl,” Joe said, “with such irresistible feminine charms.” Joe grabbed Mary, lifted her up, and carried her to the bedroom, where they proceeded to play their game.
A few hours later, Joe walked through the front door and heard his wife say, “”Hi honey, how was work today?”
“Oh you know, babe,” Joe said, “same old, same old.”She walked over to Joe to give him a hug, when she suddenly stopped short. “Joe,” she said icily, “whose lipstick is that on your collar?
Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. Linda has given us the word “collar” and told us to use it as a verb, a noun, or metaphorically.