Her husband regularly asked her to ditch her knickers, but she rarely did. Besides getting her hair and make-up fixed up, she still needed to find sho...s to complete her outfit for the evening. Her line-up of daily shoes didn’t fit the bill at all. Feeling frustrated, she made her way from the closet back into the bedroom. While looking at her lingerie bin still sitting on the bed, she remembered her husband had bought her a few pairs of “fuck me” shoes earlier that year. “I couldn’t wear any of. It was nothing special, just a plain off the shelf card. There was a hand written message. 'Hi there, wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Miss you bunches. Sorry about not writing. Between the tour, the TV shows, and the new record deals, there just never seems to be any free time. Love ya.' It did have OXOX at the bottom, but no promise of anything more.'I cried that day, not from receiving the card, but because of the card. It wasn't her handwriting. She had dictated it, didn't even bother. When he’d taken her coat in the restaurant, he admired her dress. The meal tasted good, the sight was more enjoyable, and she described her day in a way that allowed him to understand her classes. When they left the restaurant, he asked the most important question.“My place?”“Sure.” She’d left the shopping bag in the car when they were in the restaurant, but she brought it with her to his apartment. He thought of offering to carry it, but that might sound like inquisitiveness. Well, his. We both knew what we were doing, but never really openly confronted it, we both knew I flashed him and we both knew he wanked at me, but we both got something from it, so we continued without discussing it or acknowledging it, our dirty little secret.'What's your plans today love', he asked me as his eyes run over me, I could feel them penetrate my thin cotton dress, I bet he thought I was naked underneath, he would be half right, I was not wearing panties.'Beach', I replied, the sun suddenly.