Friday, October 5, 2012

Morning View

I quietly gaze upon my wife from our bedroom door.  She looks lovely and fresh to start the day.  
 I've been awake for several hours already, cleaning, and preparing breakfast.  From where I stand, dressed in a French Maid's uniform, I can hear the sound of our bedroom shower water running.  Her overnight guest, my brother, must be in there.  Before he returns to our bedroom, I have to disappear and go to serve their breakfast on the terrace.  I worry though.  When my brother sees my wife, dressed as she is, he may make me wait before I serve them.  Oh what did I begin when I first confessed to my wife that I liked to dress in women's clothes?

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