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January 9, 2006

D: Dessous

My fiancée put her hands on my shoulders, rubbing firmly. Normally I wouldn't let her do this, for fear she’d discover my terrible secret.

"You’re tense Bill, what's wrong?" she sniffed the air "have you changed deodorant? You smell different, more... musky... you used to always smell of rose blossom..."

Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and I bit my lower lip.

"Oh hey, Margie got me some really sexy bridal lingerie; can't wait to try it on for you."

I held my breath.

"Speaking of sexy lingerie, there was a whole bag of it in the trash..."

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