Mary Sweden

TRUE STORY

MY PRECIOUS DAY

Lena, my wife, went to her sister who was having a baby. I was left alone for the first time since Lena and I married, half a year ago.

Her happy voice . . . her dimples... the eager clatterings of her high heels... didn't I miss it all? Perhaps I did, in a way. But there was some- thing else: a soft and delicious stirring of my own personality inside

me.

On her bed there was her bright green nylon nightgown. But I knew of a much more beautiful nightgown: three layers of silky soft nylon, each in a different shade of blue...

When I returned home from work that evening I went up to the attic and dusted my big old suitcase, brought it down in the elevator with me.

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In my bedroom I opened it, arranging on my bed all those wonderful, delicious things. I sat on the floor and marvelled in them. . . those "sinful" things in black and violet... unfortunately I could never forget how much better they looked on the model than on me. . . The cherry- red set was more my style.

Some of the dresses were a little out of fashion... and rather crumpled after their long stay in the suitcase. My wig... it looked a mess! Care- fully I started brushing it.

Next morning found me in my blue nylon nightgown, pearly nails, absolutely smooth arms and legs — and with a whole day of freedom in front of me!

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