She never cooked from scratch. His requests for Italian food were met with microwaved, frozen ravioli and boiled spaghetti with canned sauce.His expen...sive clothes weren’t poorly ironed, they weren’t ironed and he looked scruffy unless he had them dry cleaned. She was, however, blond, attractive and thin from the picture in his wallet I stole a glance at while he showered. What was most important, she worshipped him.The banter from which our affair began eventually turned into acrimonious. It was a good thing we hadn’t done this on Monday. We watched them demolish their opponents on both sides of the ball. Our toughest opponent the last two years had been Springfield, and I would put money on King beating them by four touchdowns. We would need our best game to even have a shot.When we came out of the film session a camera was shoved into my face and I saw Margaret Chin, the sideline reporter I’d met at the Northwestern game.“David, I’d like to ask you a few questions,” she. I had to attend a CPL of meetings with some clients in South India. I packed my stuff and since my trip was to be almost a week long. The thought of being alone and in a town where no one knew me, I decided to buy some lingerie to take along so I could dress when alone in my hotel.My train was in the evening so I went out to a market around 30 mins drive from my place and found a shop run by an uncle selling some nice lingerie. I bought my size bra, panty and lace leggings. It was street market. It was warm and soft. She stroked her arm, and placed a hand on the dressing gown's cord.'W-what are you doing?' the lawyer's naturally sultry voice was still trembling.'I haven't been young for so, so long,' the doctor said. 'Let's embrace it. I want you. I want both of you.'By now the professor's smile had given way to a look of deep longing.'What about you?' he asked the lawyer.'I-I don't even know what's happening anymore,' she said and abruptly stood up.'Sorry,' said the doctor.'That's not.