I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t cold. My lungs weren’t hurting particularly. I knew what had happened. I was dead. The murk was just the mes... I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have eternity to clear it up. For some reason I remembered just when I’d lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was. "Let's shower in my room and you can join me in my bed."We showered together, then climbed into bed together. Lorrie gave me a long nice full kiss and said "Goodnight love."I spooned up behind her as I wrapped her in my arms.We woke up at five PM that same way, only this time I kissed Lorrie and said "Good morning, love." We both had a little giggle at that.I showered and dressed for work, gave Jen a kiss that didn't even cause a change in her snoring at all. I met Lorrie at the table for more. There was a shower stall, a large whirlpool bath reached by two steps, and a long vanity with two sinks. Beside the commode, there was also a bidet. The first thing I noticed was that the two bottles Myna had shown me earlier were in a water-filled ice-bucket on the vanity. The water was lightly steaming and it was obvious that Myna’s special pee supply was being warmed for use. There was a towel on the floor and I was directed to stand upon it. There was also a towel laid out on the vanity at. I was surprised to see that the outfit was simply a white corset, stockings, and a lacy pair of panties - much more revealing than any other look that he had seen me in. He yelled in for me to put the panties on last and to wear my white heels. Oh yes, this day was going to be different.I stripped off my clothes and squeezed into the corset, sliding on the stockings and hooking them up to the garters. Next came the panties, and then I stepped into my 4-inch heels. Finally, I applied my makeup,.