"Or Bertie?"She laughed. "Maybe both," she said. "My God, she's what, like fifty you think?" Thereabouts," I agreed."And they will have been married t...wenty-five or thirty years, and she's still that naïve? Jesus." Yeah. Well, I suppose you're right, we did them both a favor." Probably." She giggled suddenly. "I hope so, anyway. You know, there's a pretty dreadful story about something like this." OK, tell it," I invited."It's like Celeste and Bertie. Two people who've been married for years,. About 2 weeks later I had to go out of town for a few days. I did that once in a while. She took me to the airport, kissed my goodbye, and away I went. She called me a few times every day. I thought everything was okay. Until I got home.That is when she said we had to have a talk. I said okay. What's up? She said we had to wait until Mark came home. For the life of me I couldn't figure what was going on but waited.Once Mark got home, he took a shower and we had dinner. After the table was. I continued looking at him.“Do you intend to just watch me get dressed?”I smiled, enjoying his slight feeling of awkwardness, “Yes, I am. There isn’t a woman I could imagine that wouldn’t want to be sitting where I am to watch you getting dressed.” He not only smiled at me, but also moved around the bed to where I sat, bent to me, taking my face between his hands, and kissed me passionately. He looked at me as if he was going to say something, but … he didn’t. He moved back to the bed, let the. He knew his clientele and he knew the red haired girl would be shifting her pretty green eyes to the box soon enough.Sure enough, Misty was unable to restrain her curiosity any longer. She edged closer to the colorful box and read the words across the top that said with no uncertain confusion, “Magic Undies for Young Maids in Need of Manly Attentions”.She blushed just thinking about someone watching her merely reading the words and their opinion of her interest in such a subject. She squinted.