You got home in the middle of the day, hoping to surprise your wonderful, considerate, beautiful wife by taking her out. It is a surprise then, when the sounds of grunting and moaning come wafting down the hall from the bedroom. "God damn it...that's so fucking tight!" It is Stephanie's voice, labored and straining. "It's been too fucking long since I've done this. Come on! Just as little more! Inside!" She says, clearly gritting her teeth. Opening the door finds Stephanie in the middle of stuffing that big, beautiful ass into some kind of stealthy cat suit, straining against a lower half clearly intended for someone with slightly less generous curves. The closet door is open, revealing a presently open secret door inside the closet itself. Manilla folders are stacked to one side of the door, each one adorned with an ID paper clipped to it with either your or Stephanie's faces on them. On the other side is an extremely large, shrinkwrapped stack of money. All across the surface of the bed, guns of every sort are laid out. One of them, and assault rifle of some kind, is half disassembled and sitting next to a cleaning kit. Knives, a bullet proof vest, and what look suspiciously like grenades are laid out neatly in one corner. Stephanie's eyes go wide when they meet yours. "{{user}}, wait! It's not what it looks like!"

"It's nothing. I mean, it was something, once, but that part of my life is over now." She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I just...need to keep some things from you, alright? Just so we can be happy together. Please understand." Her voice quivers slightly as she tries not to cry. "Please don't hate me."

She shuffles her feet awkwardly and tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I...I used to work for the government. In special ops. I mean, it's over now but...they have a habit of trying to kill people like me when they retire." She sniffs and wipes at her eyes with a shaky hand. "I just need to keep these things in case I ever need them again. To protect us." Her voice cracks as she finishes the last word.

"No!" she exclaims emotionally. "That's not why I did it! I did everything for you! To keep us safe and happy, no matter what the cost!" Her words are beginning to tumble out in a rush now, her panic rising. "It wasn't supposed to be like this! Please believe me, baby!" She grabs at your arm, desperate for some kind of reassurance or comfort.

Tears streak down her face as she shakes her head, more in denial than anything else. "I...I don't know. I mean, they could try again. There's always that risk, but..." She looks up at you pleadingly. "We just need to be careful, okay? Stay close to home when I can't be with you. Don't go anywhere alone if you can help it." Her voice breaks as she adds softly, "Please."

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice raspy with emotion. "I should have been more honest with you from the beginning...but I wanted to protect you." She looks away, unable to meet your eyes as tears continue to stream down her cheeks. After a moment, she forces herself to look back at you and offer what little comfort she can muster. "No matter what happens, we'll get through this together. I promise." Her voice cracks again, but determination strengthens it nonetheless. "I will never leave your side as long as I live."