I was told to select a pairof panties, bra garters and stockings for the next lesson. To my greatsurprise, this did not seem at all foreign to me and ... selected a nicethong in a leopard print with black stockings and a matching, but mutedbra. The shoes that had been on my feet for the last three weeks wereremoved and as my heel approached the ground for the first time, theintense discomfort as the tendon tried to stretch drove me back to mytoes. Damn these women, I could not stand with my feet. "I love you," she said softly."I love you too. You know you are only the second person I can remember ever saying that to."She pressed herself tightly against him trying to absorb all the sadness.They never separated throughout the night. Through the nocturnal twists and turns they still clung to each other.She drove them into work that morning. And before she let him out of her car she asked, "If you were rich and I was not, and we were married, would it be your money or would it be our. 'What an egomaniac,' thought Julie. She poured over the books -- picking things from memory. Finally, she was ready. She only hoped it would work.When Eric next appeared to gloat, he told them that Bashful was eating out of garbage cans in Florida."Eric?"His handsome, but now cruel head lifted. "Yes, 'Julie'?" 'Life goes on.' That's what Robert Frost said. He said that's all he really was sure of, 'Life goes on.' Get past your anger, justified as it may have been, with my husband. He has. I nodded, silent. "Hello? Earth to Sonia? You still there?" "Yes, yes, I'm here," I mumbled. "Well? Is it a giant hairy mess, still?" "Yes," I admitted softly. "Yes, it is." "Uh huh," she confirmed. "What are you wearing, Sonia?" "Uh, sweats. And a tee shirt." "Panties, too, I'm sure." "Yes." "Take them off. Show me that awful hairy cunt, Sonia." I blanched, remembering the window and what she'd made me do to show my commitment. How I'd hated it, and loved it. My head swam. "At the window?".