"Eve's secret, size 20", fuck size 20, what a fat arse, "80% polyamide,20% elastane". These were not mine. This was the pair my husband of 30years c...me to bed in. Thirty years, three children and now he tells methat he wants to live like a woman.Swear words keep coming to mind.He said that now that the children had all left he wanted to live thelife he felt most comfortable with. What about me I wanted to yell. Ihave to admit he was really drunk, but even still coming to bed wearingwomen's. I started with Vicki asking me to have dinner with her and that when I called her she wasn't ready and how when I got to her room she was in her bathrobe so I used her computer to check my e-mail messages and how, because of the coincidence of positioning of my chair and the mirrored doors in the room I saw Vicki getting dressed. Susan stopped me here and asked "Why wasn't Vicki dressed when you got to her room?"I said "She was working on her computer and had finished later than she expected. "All the men seem to think you're a stuck-up bitch because you won't go out with any of them," she said, eyes still flashing."What else?" Isn't that enough? Honey," she whispered, "they all want to boff you silly. Anyone ever tell you you look like that model, Stephanie Seymour?"Laura went crosseyed. "Over and over again." Well, they want to rip your clothes off and do it to you, girl," Sholandra whispered, eyes twinkling with mirth. "You must know that." I... never think about it much," Laura. The special duties you volunteered for are not for everyone and The Crown offers thanks for your obedient servitude.” “I am free to go?” The moment seems unreal, devoid of the pomp and ceremony we had been promised, but magnified by the passing of time, no less intoxicating. He nods, “you’re a free woman, Redhead. Off back to your life. You have someone waiting for you?” “Yes Sir. I have a husband in the lowlands; a farmer. He is waiting for me,” just thinking about his proximity quickens my.