Cleavage? What the hell was I thinking? She couldn't be over four feet tall. No one that young has developed enough to approach cleavage. But there wa... the evidence right in front of me. She had a pair on her that would have pleased any Hollywood starlet.It was a hell of a costume. The dress was nothing special and I imagine it could be found at any upscale boutique that catered to the clubbing crowd. But what was under the dress was what was so amazing.Now, get your mind out of the gutter.. She remembered back to her childhood, when as a girl of twelve she would hold a mirror to herself and eagerly watch for the first hair's growth. It came first as a smooth down; velvety and nearly transparent. So smooth and sparse that it was hard to tell if it really existed, but it did and that soft fur signaled her start into becoming a woman.The first dark hair came in a few weeks later and Lori remembered her joy. She remembered the tingling she got as she searched for more hair growth. Her. Because every day, I can feel myself getting just a little deader inside. But enough with my middle-aged depression. Let’s focus on the happy thoughts like my smoking hot wife I have at home. You see I was sitting in my office, and a lightning bolt struck me. Why am I wasting my time here doing nothing, but staring at a computer screen? I should be at home fucking the shit out of my wife. So, I say, the hell with it, and decide to surprise Kathleen.I pull in the drive, walk in the house through. I had just put it under my pillow and climbed under the covers when Jack came in. He went around the bed and lifted the blankets to get in."Wow. What's this?" I just wanted to look pretty for you. Is that acceptable?" Oh, yeah, More than acceptable."He climbed in and reached up to turn off the light."Jack? Don't turn it all the way off."We have a lamp with a three way bulb in it. I think the low voltage is 25 or 30. Anyway, it's just enough so you're not stumbling around. Enough to be romantic.