Fastening the garter to the top of the black stocking–she could only do the front…the back always eluded her–she called out in the general direction of the bedroom door, “Honey?” “What?” the response came from somewhere close, probably the hallway. “I need you to help me with my garters; I can’t get the damn things…

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