-74 -TV FICTION CLASSICS
completely girlish.
BORN TO BE
A DAUGHTER
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As for myself, I tried new looks often to keep Bob interested. This particular day, I was alone in the house, and Bob was due home from work soon. Preparing to look good for him, I freshened my makeup, applied a dark coat of lipstick, and arranged my hair in long flowing curls. Going for a casual look, I wore a tight fitting halter top that fit my ultra-feminine figure to a tee while allowing a titillating view of my deep cleavage. This blouse required that I go braless, and my breasts jutted out proudly as if they belonged to a teenager!
"This tight fitting, mid thigh length skirt may be too short for a woman my age, but it should excite Bob," I thought as I fastened a wide belt around my narrow waist and stepped into white 3" heel slippers.
"Honey, how was your day?" I asked Bob just before giving him a wet kiss when he arrived home.
"Has Barbie left for her party?" he stated without acknowledging my inquiry.
Taken back by his abruptness, I replied, "Y. . .yes, she left a few minutes ago. Why? Is something wrong?"
"No...no...everything is great!" Bob answered while remaining stone faced. "I was promoted today!"
I was floored! Everything we had worked for had suddenly come true. 'GOOD NEWS!', Bob got his promotion! 'BAD NEWS!', I was no longer needed! I just knew he was about to tell me how I would be 'killed off. I was devastated! "Let's go to the family room," Bob suggested, taking me by my elbow.
I passively followed his lead as had become my habit, but I was shivering as we sat on the sofa. "Here comes the blow," I thought as Bob gathered his thoughts.
He took my hands and said, "Karen, when I first asked you to act as my wife, you know I was looking for a temporary solution to my problem. Our contract is now complete. You can return to being Bill Lamb or...,
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I started to panic as he slid my zircon wedding ring from my finger. His face was calm, while I wanted to scratch his eyes out. How could he abandon me after all we had been through, after all the changes he had made in me? I wanted to scream, to run away and cry, anything but stay here! "Or? Or what?"
Bob sank to one knee in front of me and held out a small velvet covered box. "Karen, will you be my real wife?" What did he say? I was dumbstruck! This wasn't what I was prepared to hear!
"Karen, will you marry me?" Bob asked. I was
completely taken back.
"Yes, a thousand times YES!" I cried.