Somehow in my struggles they have become loosened and my shirt is gaping open. I look down and become mortified to see my black-see through lace bra o...n display. I grab at the strands, but Chris quietly turns me around and reties the string. In my ear he whispers that no one else has seen he wouldn’t have noticed himself if he wasn’t checking me out so closely. He chuckles as he pats me on the ass and says thanks for the show. I turn around to make a smart ass comment only to see him grabbing up. “It’s time we dress and join Tara on the patio,” I say, watching my girl getting dressed.We join Tara. She has sandwiches, cold beer, wine, potato salad, chips.“I hope you’re both hungry,” Tara says, handing me a beer and Angel a glass of wine.After satisfying our appetite for food and drink, the girls clean up as I watch. They are teasing each other in a playful manner and giggling, while shooting me seductive glances."You are a very lucky girl, Angel to have landed a guy like Rick," Tara. It clicked. This must be like those letters Thomas Jefferson wrote to that French chick. Or maybe Benjamin Franklin. I wondered if there was a direct quote in here. I whipped open my dictionary to be sure I understood everything he was saying.This was so much more thoughtful and personal than an email or IM. This was his way of saying we weren't getting divorced when I got back.The time and effort he put into creating this letter was far more valuable to me than any gift he could have. 'Have you looked to see why it is itching?' I asked.'Looked! I would never look there. It is a sin to look at yourself, ' she replied, innocently.'All right, then let me look, ' I suggested.'Oh madam, please don't. I will die of shame, ' she said, with tears in her eyes.'All right, ' I said, 'then I will take you to a doctor.''No, please not a doctor, I could never undress in front of a stranger? I would rather die first, ' she cried. The tears were now running down her cheeks.This was getting.