“Oh…YES…” The waves continue, one after the other, the bullet teasing my body into a long, shuddering climax that I finally beg to end as the ...ensitivity becomes too much. My husband sets the toy aside and turns off the bullet, removing it from my panties. He leans over my body, now sprawled out on the floor. “Was that good?” he whispers against my ear. “Amazing,” I reply. “Have you had enough?” “Yes…that was perfect.” “Well, I’m not finished with you yet,” he growls, turning me over on my. ’I thought the dress fitted perfectly, but Fai and the seamstress were fussing around the skirt and making ssst noises as they pinned some of it. Fai spoke to Dao who translated. ‘They have made something they want to try with the dress. If you don't like it, they will leave it as it is.’Fai and the seamstress moved behind me and I felt them attach something to the shoulders of the dress. They fussed around the back and before stepping back. Fai turned a mirror around and for the first time I. The shop I deliver for is owned by another dirty old man, as we used to call him, when we came in to buy our Friday sweets ration, he would be down behind the glass counter as we walked in, the Sun shining behind us afforded him a perfect viewing through our thin cotton dresses, our long thighs silhouetted, and our panties, if worn, added spice and more, if discarded, we learned all those years back, 'That less was more', an unspoken 'Idiom', loosely translated, dont wear panties and I shall. “Don’t sell her short.”“After what I did last night ... You didn’t hear how I yelled at her, Mel. I know she says she understands and we’re all right now, but she can’t help but look at me differently. Or me to look at her differently. It wouldn’t surprise me if she and Wendy got married. Only I’m afraid that their marriage wouldn’t include me.”“Ain’t gonna happen.”“I hope...” What did I hope? I’d expected Melody and Lissa to get married eventually. If Washington hadn’t passed its law, I was.