[milkman56]

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The next day she woke up very cheerful as well. Once more she wore the blue dress, and again only her bobby socks and penny loafers because she did not wear pantyhose. She has lovely legs. She almost does not need to shave them, so her legs look nice without pantyhose; it just didn’t seem right for a business office. And I thought she wasn’t wearing her brassiere. I had thought that before, but now while I embraced her to kiss her goodbye, I felt her back and I knew for certain that she was not wearing it.

She got out of the car. I held her hand to stop her and to tell her I would meet her at Bob’s bar. I knew that Mr. Miller often when there after work, so I told her to go with him and we would meet there. I did not want her to go to work.

She smiled and said she would me see later that night, and seeing that I looked worried, she blushed for no reason that I understood, and said: “It’s alright….”

What did she mean by that? I have since wondered. That she thought what she was doing was “alright”? Or that she was not unhappy anyway? Or that she expected that none of this would ever affect me? That I would not find out? That somehow it would end like an episode on a TV show with some settling conclusion that left her and everyone happy? I can’t say. Even as we divorced, though she wept, and felt ashamed, she did not understand why it ended as it had. She thought she had not wanted anything but to please others.

Bob only knew about this day from second-hand, but he told me what he could. Karen did not admit to it until after I had learned the gist of it. She never did tell me the full details. She only said to me how nice Mr. Miller had been to her that day. She did not tell me what she meant by that. Bob told me.

When she got to work, Mr. Miller was very glad to see her and kissed her warmly almost before she got into the door. They exchanged open mouth kisses. He immediately unzipped her dress though it was eight in the morning and the front door was unlocked and as she still stood in the middle of the shop he drew off her dress even as she stood placidly and submissively for him. It fell to the floor. Naked, she did not resist him. He almost immediately entered he as she stood facing him, succumbing to his embrace, his arms enfolding hers squeezing against sides of her breast, her hands tenderly at his face and neck, yielding to his kisses, and kissing him warmly in return. They were like young lovers whose sexual desires for each other were so hot and new as to be compulsive.

This was not the act of lust; to her mind, it was the act of passion and love. He made love to her passionately, and she felt happy that she pleased him.