She was either dating, or turning down dates since our little dust up. I should tell her all was forgiven. She should just go and sin no more.Somethin... about her was rattling around in my brain when my clock went off at 5AM. I took the trike and Dog out for a couple of hours work. Dog seemed happier when we went up and down the roads than any other time. He also loved Hardee's. He sat up on the bench of their concrete patio set and ate from the table just like a person. Okay it was like a. Fleeting ghosts of half a dozen others, all swirled in a confusing melange.“Whoa, girl!”A bank of six images appeared in my mind - I assume Aneeka’s as well - in two rows of three. I hadn’t realized I had sent my appearance but each of the samples were as if I was already wearing it - I wondered if that’s what Aneeka saw or if she was wearing them in hers.“We can start with any of these, or something else if you like.”It wasn’t exactly the same but one of the sample images gave me an idea, a. We walked up to our house and stood outside and talked for a while. Anita was a little bit tipsy and told us she needed to use the bathroom. But before leaving she invited Thomas for a last drink at our home.The huge black man smiled and said he could go for one more drink. Ana went to the bathroom in our master suite; Thomas came with me at the living room and said he would take a scotch. My sweet wife came into the living room looking stunning in her red dress and her hair put up. It showed. Resolve set, Michele commenced cleaning up her little flat. She gathered the notes that Polly and Matron had left, along with the incriminating pictures and put them in the telephone table drawer, she made her bed and cleaned up empty glasses and emptied ashtrays. She gathered her uniform, breastforms and heels from the main bedroom and took them into the spare bedroom. She spent some time packing away and hanging up the clothes, shoes and other accoutrements that she had laid out on the bed.