"That night, I was ringing at Helmut's and Michael came to open the door.As usual, he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.He introduced me to Pierre a...d said with a big smile:"Pierre is also French, like you, and it is for him that we make this meal."Pierre held out his hand to greet me.He looked sporty, had short hair, a friendly smile and spoke perfect German, much better than me.During this excellent meal (Helmut was a very good cook) I learned that Pierre was in the army and here for a. He was handsome. But he was 15 years younger than me.We bought coffee and began to talk. I sensed a maturity in him, a maturity that I craved. After a normal small talk, he immediately turned the topic to my marriage. He easily broke my defenses and made me confide in him. When I told him about my sexual life, he put his hand on my hand and said, “Don’t worry. I am here for you.”Immediately, I withdrew my hand and told him that I don’t want to cheat on my husband. To that he said –“Anjali, I. She squinted and grumbled something about bright lights and crawled out of bed on wobbly legs. She made it to the bathroom and only stumbled once in the hall, giggling at herself until she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Miranda froze in her tracks, stunned at the state she was in and thought that it had to be a trick of the light. She flicked the light switch in the hall and walked back to the mirror. What greeted her made her gasp. Looking back at her was not the intelligent, fun,. The gift told me what I most desperately wanted to hear. I was desirable. I was his image of feminine, sexy and beautiful. He wanted me to wear this, not for myself, but for him. He wanted me to dress for my husband, and yearned to show me how he would react. With slightly trembling hands, I lifted the top garment from the box. A babydoll with firm, very well padded cups. Thin, decorated straps joined in the back by an array of embroidery and stones. The round cups were made of shiny, folded.