The Germaphobe Husband's Dirty Secret

I pulled strings behind the scenes for two months just to become my husband’s biggest corporate client.

Colin had been stationed at our company’s branch office in Seattle for nearly a year, living out of an apartment I had never once been allowed to step foot inside. This contract—and my unannounced arrival at the celebratory welcome dinner—was supposed to be the ultimate surprise. A testament to how far we had come.

To break the ice before the main course was served, someone down the banquet table suggested a round of parlor games.