My husband and I practice this fun: coming home, he sometimes jokingly and horribly asks me:

Where is he? ! to (I am a lover)

My husband is waiting for me at home for lunch. I break into the apartment and from the threshold a terrible sound:

Where is she? ! to

And I see in the toilet the aunt-president of our JSC, who came, as it turned out, to seal the water meter.

Aunt turned red and quickly retreated with the words:

E – I have gone. Let your husband explain it.