‘No, this is like all my others.’ She only had the one bra plus four camisoles and three more panties. ‘What sizes do you wear?’ ’60 and 90-....’ ‘Don’t try the dress on, yet. I’ll be right back.’ Shortly Elena returned. ‘Put this on,’ she directed, handing a bra to Anna. Self-consciously Anna turned her back while she made the switch. ‘Turn around and let me see. Stand up straight. You bourgeois, provincial girls need to be told everything!’ Elena checked the straps and slid one hand down inside. I often imagined accidentally opening the door after they had been in there for about 30 seconds and claiming accident, but I knew it would cost me my job, and as low paying and crappy as the job was, I needed the extra income to help my own daughter keep up with my step daughter, a task my wife never made easy.My daughter Tilby was 13 and my step daughter Mya was 12, both in the 7th grade this year. When I got married, I thought Tilby having a "sister" so close to her age would be great, but. ..”He looked at me. For a flash, I saw where Tommy gets his eyes. He turned to Tommy. “Son, you SURE you wanna marry a woman like that? They’re dangerous...”“Look at ‘er, Dad,” Tommy said, defending me. “She’s so darned cute I can’t stand it. And she LIKES me.”“Good enough,” Mister Dalton grinned. “Mimi,” he said, “Seems like you got my permission and his mom’s permission. All you gotta do is get past his sister. Older sisters think they have exclusive right to any abuse of the baby. Ann ignores it."Well... yes. A lot. But also touching and kissing and not always trying to outguess each other. We came to an understanding about it. A real understanding, not one of those situations where you each promise to try to do better and be more understanding"A compromise?" No. The opposite. We stopped trying to compromise everything. It wasn't working. It was the problem, not the solution. We were compromising our marriage to death. Bob would want sex when I didn't and if I wanted to.