Bright blue panties lay discarded on the floor by the foot of the bed.

I noticed them as Gina and I were about to leave for the jazz club, but I didn’t say a word. What would I have said, anyway? “Gina, is that your underwear?” Of course, it was. But why were they on the floor and not on my wife?

My better half swished ahead of me in her ankle-length black coat. All I could see was a flash of her shiny black booties, the ones with the silver zippers tracing up the backs of the heels. When she walked, she was a mystery in motion. I didn’t know what she was wearing beneath that coat, but I could guess what she wasn’t wearing. Those blue panties had given me an inkling.

Gina snuggled against me as I drove us to the club. She talked to me about the ensemble we were going to hear,... Read More