“They are beautiful and I can now see how this inspired you for your contrast magazine shoot. I just wished you would have shown me these from day o...e.” my wife said.Thursday evening rolls around. I am getting home walking thru the door while on my cell phone.Yes I understand I said talking to the person on the other end. You can’t make the shoot Friday evening. Okay then I will call you if I need you for any future work I said as I hung up.The wife overheard me talking on the phone.Bad news?. And yet, it is not as though she cannot carry on.And every move she makes, she accomplishes with her usual strength and dexterity.But it is as though she is under water. Or the air itself has taken on a thickness, a heaviness.So that there is not so much an active resistance as the shoving aside of an atmosphere become palpable, a new and difficult medium to move through.So that she wants nothing so much as to simply sit down.Or, better yet, lie down, close her eyes, and awaken anew, refreshed. I felt the cupsof the slip stretch and then form as I pulled the slip over mystuffed brassiere. I pulled it tight then let it fall intoplace. It fell to knee length with a silken swish. I thenadjusted the straps and then smoothed it out.I sat back on the bed and slipped into a pair of Cindy's highheeled sandals. I buckled the ankle straps then stood up on thefour inch heels and although I hadn't worn heels that high Ifound to my amazement that after I wobbled a bit I soon got usedto them after. By the way, I’m Stacey and this is Laura.”“I’m Abby and obviously you know Vince.” She turned to him. “Let’s dance, dear.On the floor, she asked, “Miss me?”“Always, Abby.”“What did your new friends talk about?”“They wanted to know if I needed my sister and her boyfriend’s permission to dance with them.”“You called me your sister?”“No, they said that when they came over.”“Really? Do you think they’re good looking?”“They’re nice but seven or eight notches below you.”That was romantic and nice to.