It felt cold and marmoreal, and you could hear your heels click and echo down the corridors as you walked. On a Saturday there were very few people in... sight.Outside Sara's dental office Laura lost her nerve. Several times she started a charge toward the door, her hand extended to grasp the knob and turn it. Each time she faltered after a few steps, turned, faced the offices on the other side of the corridor, hearing her indecisive steps clack and snap against the marble flooring, feeling. ‘Costume? You never said anything about wearing a costume,’ he grumbled. ‘Honey, it’s not that bad. We can wear whatever you want. I think we’ll feel out of place if everyone else has a costume on and we don’t. So, any suggestions?’ Martha looked at her husband and tried to decide what he was going to say. ‘Stupid costumes! We’re in our sixties and you want to dress up like kids.’ ‘It’s not that bad and you know it Roy. So what do you think?’ she asked. ‘Well, you can be naked and wear those. She was enshrouded in satinsheets and enraptured by the feel of the silky, slinky, feel of herlingerie cosseting the bed linen.The feel of the gossamer-like garments against her sensitive fleshinvoked memories which pervaded her dreams.She dreamed of being William Styles, at home between school terms, alonewith his stepmother; his stepfather as usual away on some errand for BigTony.William stood in the doorway to his mother's bedroom watching her trimfigure; her back to him as she slid her. Like something Van Gogh might paint. SpideyNight...I stared at her costume again. It seemed more revealing. More erotic. Mygaze focused. Well those are the same. But my interest seemed a little... too much. Like the colours it was vivid and overly intense. I had abad feeling about this.Hey. Stop. We both know how this ends... it's a train wreck pal. Stop.Abort! I tried to tell myself. But this vignette had its own scriptapparently.Again I went to kiss her but this time she was in my arms,.