The

Costume

Ball

As my wife handed me a pair of her panties, I real- ized she meant what she had said. "But, cookie," I begged her, "you don't really expect me to wear these!"

"You are going to wear them, and that's that!" she replied, as she took a bra out of the drawer and handed it to me too.

"I can't do it, baby. Somebody might know me at the ball." I protested.

She came over close to me and snuggled against me with her negligee parted all the way down "Do you want to shut off for a couple of weeks, deer?" she said.

"Oh, not the untouchable bit again! done that since I got you the color Tv. "

You haven't

"I can do it again and I will if you don't follow in. structions tonight! She gave me a bump with her hip and tossed a lace girdle on my shoulder as she strutted back to her dresser.

I put on the panties. What else? I knew her too well to try to change her mind. Like a loyal slave I donned the embroidered brassiere, the lace girdle, the nylons, the silk slip, the green paisley blouse with short sleeves, the black and white cashmere sheath skirt, and the three inch high heel shoes of glistening black patent leather. Then I sat on the dresser bench as I was toll. "I feel sillier than last year when I was Captain John Smith and you went as Pocahontas, I mumbled.

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"That was a good costume for Pocahontas. she said,

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