On the kitchen table was a note from him. “Get dressed in what I laid out for you and meet me at the pub.” Did he forget I was blindfolded and had... no idea where the pub was located? I dressed into the pretty silky slinky mini dress and heels. My collar looked excellent with the dress! I proudly examined myself in the mirror and drove off in search of the mystifying pub. My sixth sense knew we had turned off the bumpy dirt road onto a cobblestone paved street. Possibly the pub was down near the. ” With a cocky smile that belied Her concerns She knocked at the door from which the thick black paint was pealing just a little. After a moment’s delay and the sound of a heavy bolt being drawn back the door was opened widely and ruddy light flooded out. This revealed a diminutive woman with too much rouge, dirty blonde hair that was shot through with silver piled in a bun on her head and a dress in magenta taffeta which was both short and cut very low, very much not what society would have. These days I have a period, breasts and a vagina that’s really doing a number on me. Throughout high school I managed to keep my urges down with masturbation and vibrators, but as I started my road to adulthood earlier this year things began to change. No, I didn’t go to college, couldn’t afford it. I was lucky to land a job at a local call center, which is just my type of place, given that people fear me, especially when they see me. Apparently I have a very pretty face, but nobody can spot it. "You're the best husband, I couldn't have asked for anyone better." I don't know about all that, but you're the best wife anyone could ever have. I'm the luckiest person I know, because I have you to hold." What do you want for dinner? Do you want me to cook, or do you want to go out?"Knowing it could be our last day as just us, he said, "Let's go out. Something tells me I'm not going to convince you to go out in a long time after the baby makes their arrival." You know what? You're right, for.