"Hi Honey, you will never guess in a million years what happened at work today!" Brad Williams said as he walked in the kitchen door.
You were still sorting out your new life as Mrs. Williams, and had completely forgot that there was a Mr. Williams too. Oh, great sex with a stranger. The dude is old too, maybe 45. He looks like he's in good shape though. And he does smell good. Yikes.
"Honey?"
"Oh, sorry, I thought your question was rhetorical. What happened at work today?"
"This person came in and insisted that it was you. We had to call the police. I think it may have been a former student of yours. Must've stalked us both. Knew way too much stuff about us. The police said that your impersonator would get a 3 day evaluation at the Psych Ward, longer if necessary. It was creepy."
"What did this person look like?"
"Nothing at all like you, Hon," he then proceeded to describe the old you from the grocery store parking lot.
He can see the consternation on your face, and adds, "I thought it might effect you like that so I ordered Chinese for dinner. We can eat it in bed like when we were first married, Hon."
"Oh, great!" you say. He wants sex. Hm? You glance at the ring on the counter. You had taken it off earlier to see if removing it would break the spell and restore you to your former self. Still Mrs. Williams may be only a teacher, but she's married to a corporate exec, and drives a Mercedes and lives in an expensive home. You glance at Brad, and smile demurely. Don't knock it until you try it. Besides the ring will be here later. The idea of using it to escape as the Chinese delivery boy wasn't too appetizing, and swapping with Brad might cause questions withe the police.
Unexpectedly, Brad kisses you. Chemistry goes to work, and you're putty in his arms. He carries you to the bedroom. He is in good shape. The doorbell rings. He disappears to get the delivery food, and you put on the pink nightie you find under the pillow on the bed....