We love each other. There's no getting around it, Leslie. That's why we want to get married." But you've loved me this past year too," I reminded he.... "For our kind of sex. You've come home eager, and crooked your finger at me and said 'Come upstairs to bed with me quick, honey, I need you badly.' And when I'd get upstairs you were already lying on our bed with your skirt and panties off and your slip pulled up and your legs spread wide, and you'd say, 'For God's sake, Leslie, please! . Looking in the mirror, he sawhimself in a dress. This is crazy, he thought to himself. Though hedidn't immediately move to take the clothes off. Part of him wasthinking "Why am I doing this?" and another part was intrigued by wherethis might go. He decided that the dress fit well enough, except helacked the appropriate shape to fill it out properly. He also thoughtsome stockings would help - they had always given a different look to hiswife when she wore them. He dug around in the drawer. ’ I can see your nipples are nice and hard, but even though I could feel how damp your panties are, I can’t really see that part of your body that well”.Peter was upping the ante, so to speak, likely confident now that Talia was standing there like she was, and with her panties like he had in his hand. And Talia thought he was learning more and more how she liked to be pushed and teased along.Talia just stood, looking at him, her heart pounding, wanting to do what he asked but not wanting to. Cynthia was too close a contemporary of my secret lover, Ellie.I'd have to cope with that strange attitude on my part, at some point. It was becoming clear to me that Old Karl still lived. He was alive and well and visible -- to his own family, at least, if not to his casual friends and neighbors back home.I could never come back here, though, with Ellie. It was an assumption that could probably never be tested, but my best guess was that whenever -- and wherever -- I was with Ellie, her.