It got dark. London late in the evening:
John sat in a drawing room on a sofa, expecting the wife from a party of her girlfriend.
Doctor Watson had made peace with the past of his wife, he has forgiven the spouse for a lie, but unpleasant sediment remained. Therefore sometimes John and Mary don't braving a pressure of rare negative emotions from each other they start screaming, them loud and angered voices destroy idyll of gentle love. Here and today since morning they have strongly quarreled.
"Mary! I have only asked about your real name!"
Doctor Watson has spent still the whole hour waiting his darling. But at last she has appeared on a threshold. The blonde has thrown off a jacket on a floor, has taken off shoes and has passed in a drawing room.
"Hi." John has told, looking towards the woman approaching him
"Hi." Mary has answered, sitting down on a sofa near the husband. The man has noticed at once in what health status his wife has come, she was definitely a little drunk because of alcohol. In the eyes of Mrs. Watson were the sparkled shine from mysterious and a bold desire. But she didn't say aloud it because she still was in a quarrel with the main participant of her dreams.
John realized the fault towards dear, and finally has started talking to her:
"Mary..." he has begun, slightly embracing the wife on the shoulder, "Forgive me for my behavior since morning. I shouldn't bring this up and to ask you on everything. Believe me, I didn't intend to offend you in any way. It was just interesting to know your previous name. But a real name for me - Mary. And you know...
The man hasn't managed to finish the words because Mrs. Watson has pulled him on herself and gave a big kiss on a mouth. The touch of her sweet lips and slight feeling of alcohol in language have drugged, so the Doctor intended to lay the woman on a sofa, to cover her with his body and not allow to sleep almost all night long. But the blonde has stopped their gentle kiss, coming off from his lips.
"John, I think there is nothing to forgive you."
"What?" Doctor Watson has asked, with feeling scared and lost.
"Well, you wanted to know my name in previous life. Simply in the morning, you know, I had no time for the third degree, I very much hurried to job."
"Oh, you counted on interrogation! Hmm… With extreme prejudice you speak... Well okay," the man has flattered and mysteriously smiled. "Then you as the criminal girl very necessary be in handcuffs, isn't it?"
Mary in response to said has only cunning smiled. If she wouldn't be a little drunk now, she didn't said out aloud about it. She would think up the whole strategy of hints, but now alcohol stormed in her blood and she was hungry for own husband.
"I'll be right back, my bad girl. On a case if you does something bad, I have hidden couple of handcuffs and something else."
Mary has watched how he has left the room and in the same time she was flirting with him.
Doctor Watson has returned exactly in a minute, in his hands there were handcuffs and a small whip. What there was a disappointment and simultaneous tender emotions of the man when he has seen the beloved wife with the bend her knees and quietly snuffling on a sofa.
The man has put tools for interrogation aside, and has approached a sofa. John has neatly covered Mary with a plaid, and then has sat down on squatting and has looked at the sweet sleeping favourite face. The man has gently smiled, and has lain down at the edge a sofa near the wife.
Whether really Mary has fallen asleep? And whether there was an interrogation? However on the morning the woman has woken up with a little painful feeling on buttocks.