I walked to the bottom, listened again and called out softly, “Sir?”
No reply. I smiled, tired but blissfully content. I held it there as long as I possibly could, Sir: I reached the parking lot, walked into the building, smiling and nodding at a couple of people I knew, took the elevator to my floor, entered my office and sat down at my desk. You weren’t in the bathroom, which was a good thing because I had urgent need of it. But I thought – no, I knew, without even thinking about it – that it would please You to find me wearing them when You returned, Sir. You quickly hung the clothing on the coat-rack beside the door and placed the bag at its base before stepping up to me and bending down to kiss me, cupping the back of my head with one hand as You did so.
