She stood naked next to the bed, one of her hands resting between her legs, running gently over the soft mound of hair covering her sex. Without think...ng, she slipped a finger inside herself. She moaned quietly, thinking of wearing it, thinking of what Jack would be thinking, watching her...Emily rolled the stockings onto her long, lean legs. She usually didn't like to wear nylons, but today they felt extra good against her pale skin. The garter belt followed, and then the corset ... which,. I was faster than the busgirl and quickly had the bus cart full, so I pushed it to where a waiter was standing with an empty one. In a short time, we had the dining room reset for the morning meal. Before any of the people noted where I went, I was putting dishes in the racks for the commercial dishwashers. With a little help from the place in my head, I vaporized off everything on each pan before quickly washing it. Those that could go through the dishwasher went on racks.“Sir,” the head of. I should have felt better. I should have felt relieved, possibly even elated. I didn't. I did what I thought was necessary to shock my wife into thinking about us. Our marriage. Our relationship. Our future. I left her no way out. On Friday, I would probably know if we had any future.I thought about who I was and what I wanted. Did I want this marriage to continue? Did I love Edie? I deliberately avoided telling her I loved her. I wasn't sure myself and so it was better not to mislead her if I. When we sat down on the sofa with champagne bottle in a bucket of ice and wine glasses infront of us. She didn’t still allow me to wash my face. So we were chatting like generally how do I celebrate my birthday and how she does and what her husband did on the first birthday they spent together. She opened the champagne and poured into our glasses and with cheers we gulped down one sip. We were sitting very close to each other and I remembered our close encounter in the theatre so I tried moving.