“I thought I had been discrete.”

“Are they getting bigger Dear?” 

“No! Why do you ask?” 

“You know damn well why I ask. You have been seeing Adejola again, you have been sick every morning recently and you haven’t been taking your pill.” 

“How did you know. I thought I had been discrete.” 

“Discrete? You come home at two in the morning with your knickers full of his semen. You say his name in your sleep and you phone him every night from the house phone upstairs. If that’s discrete then I’m not a wimpy cuckold.” 

“Yes tiny dick. You are quite correct, and that is exactly what you are.”