Slowly, she realized she had no choice. She was going to do it. She was going to do this for the husband she loved. Reluctantly she got up, locked the...door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly. "My, you look pretty!" He laughed gazing at her young, firm body in a low cut, business suit. "Dressed up for me?" Sarah hated him but nodded yes. "How nice! What about your underwear?" He asked getting closer to her for a better look. She despised him and what she was about to do. She. "I think this item picked you as much asyou picked it." Great," Martin offered a smile and went back to fetch his movies andmusic. "Weird," he thought as he worked his way back to them.He paid for his purchases, managed to get the mirror back to his car.Good thing the weather was nice, there was no way he could have gottenthe mirror in the car with the top up. He pulled a blanket he kept inthe trunk out and covered the mirror to prevent the sun from shining outat other drivers.He drove back. One of the girls looked up from her mealjust as Tom was lifting some food to his mouth, and she sawit."Excuse me, I hate to be rude, but may I ask yousomething?" she said."Sure," said Tom, "go ahead." Well..." she faltered "I was just wondering why you arewearing pink mail polish."Tom immediately turned a beet red. "I um, well, you see,"he stammered, "My Mother was doing her nails last night andthought that it would be a kind of silly game to put someon me, I guess we forgot to take it off. I could watch her for hours if I have the opportunity. I worship every part of her body, from the tips of her eyelashes to the gorgeous rosy ovals of her heels. Sometimes I try to convince myself that she is not a goddess after all. Maybe because she rejected me. At fist she liked chatting with me but when she understood I was head over ears in love with her, she started behaving coldly and to avoid me. After that she got arrogant. Yesterday I asked her to go out with me but she answered there.