This black lace and chiffon bit is too sexy for an every- day working girl."

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"You're more than a working girl to me, I offer- ed. "I happen to be crazy about you."

"Good! But I just can't see myself in it.

Shall

our anniversary--and

we say no more about this? It's we're arguing. Let's go out and live it up!"

I realized at last that the situation was hopeless as she folded the negligee, placed it back in the box and then continued dressing. I packed up all the other items she had rejected and placed them near the front door to be returned the following Monday.

The rest of the evening was a happy one. We had a wonderful time and I forgot about the dainty things at home. The next day, Sunday, she had to visit her brother's wife for a few hours in the afternoon. I read the papers and watched television.

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One of the programs was a re-run of the movie Gilda" featuring Rita Hayworth decked out in various types of seductive dress. I was reminded of the linger- ie in the boxes. I got it.

In the bedroom, I spread each item out on the bed, wishing Anne hadn't been so adamnant about wearing them. They were sheer--and felt soft and smooth. Be- cause Sunday was always our lay-around day, I had changed to T-shirt and putter pants after returning from church that morning.

So when, I know not by what impulse, I stood in front of the full length mirror, holding the mint preg- noir in front of me--the effect was humorous and I chuckled to myself. As I laid it down, and picked up the black negligee, a madness came over me. I was warmed by the irrepressible thought: "Why not try this beautiful garment on myself?" If for no other reason than to see if it had the same thrilling effect on me, as it gave me to see Anne wearing it!

Quickly I stripped-- then slipped into the sheer, heavenly garment. The warm exciting shock I received

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