She stepped into the bedroom, her bath robe draped over her moist body, and she slid open the closet door,
quietly so as not to wake her new husband.  They had slept for the better part of the night, the long drive back from
their honeymoon ruining them for the evening, but she was still a morning person, and she needed to pick out the
right ensemble.  Something colorful to show her new happiness in marriage, maybe the light blue mid-drift; that
would allow her to enjoy her figure as long as possible before they had children.  As for the bottom, something
short, something that would show off the tan she gained in Bermuda.

She jumped when his alarm clock went off, and he lurched awake.  He was running late.  He needed to be at work
in fifteen minutes.  He climbed out of bed, threw on some clothes that were lying on the floor, kissed her on the
cheek and said, "I love you" before running out the door.

Now, the shoes, light blue sandals to match the mid-drift?  No, that wouldn't match the shorts.


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