For now, I better get back to work.” Her tone was somewhat dismissive.Shit! I hadn’t sold it, and I could tell she wouldn’t be asking me about i...t later, next week or otherwise. I needed to get her on board, and I needed it now. Marsha would be home in about an hour, it was time to turn up my sales pitch.“Honey, I think you’re missing the point.” There was the slightest tone of disappointment in my voice. I knew that would get her attention. “Last night you were in tears when you got home from. She wrapped her arm around me, at which point I turned to face her, met by the smell of a cheap tequila…She smiled at me, purring like a kitten.“Hi, my love, you didn’t wait up” She said.I answered I was too tired.She smiled at me again whilst running her hand down my back, before gently tickling my behind. I shivered as my whole body began to tingle.She moved her hand round to my groin and cupped my balls. I started to fondle her boobs. “My boobs have had quite a lot of attention tonight…”“Oh,. He had his mistress, the business. Who was I, simply the provider of domestic tranquility? Financially well off, I became a Nordstrom's and Saks' Fifth Avenue attired ornament who spent half a day once a week at a salon, maintained shoulder-length hair, bathed in a bubble bath, used exotic lotions to keep a supple skin and layered it with expensive French lingerie. I drove an SL500 cream-colored hardtop Mercedes with a vanity license plate, in short, a stereotype rich, bitch, ornament, a title. .. Regina. Thelast three letters of the old name and an undeniably feminine suffix.After her face was done and flowery perfume cautiously misted in the airand stepped through, she went back to the closet to survey those shoes.Were heels going to be a problem? Well of course they weren't. Whatwoman didn't know how to wear heels? She slipped her stocking clad feetinto them, enjoying how well they fit, and went to get her samples,having zero trouble walking. With perfect timing Greg pulled up.