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on my bum.  I will not tell falsehoods .
    My breath came faster and faster now. “I will not tell falsehoods,” I said it aloud this time, and then again and again as my clitty stiffened beneath the soaked fingers that worked them, until the spasms came and the words dissolved into moans.
    I leaned panting over the sink, waiting, waiting, waiting for the guilt. It didn’t come this time, because I was telling myself now that this wasn’t my fault. It was Mark’s. Because if he knew me and took care of me and gave me what I needed then there would be no need for this. No need at all.
    I turned and sunk into the tub, closing my eyes. I felt suddenly and inexplicably exhausted, completely drained of energy and emotion. Spent.
    It was all I could do to drag myself from the water and get into my pajama set. And later, when Mark crawled in bed beside me and pushed his hardening cock against my bottom it pressed right up against the mark I’d traced in the mirror and I turned away, feeling he wasn’t worthy to touch me there now.
    The next morning I was up early, searching through my closet for my second nicest dress.
    “Feeling better?” Mark asked.
    “Fine,” I said dismissively as I pulled out a short plaid skirt. Would that be too obviously schoolgirl? Probably so. I put it back and pulled out a white flowing skirt embroidered with little pink flowers. I’d bought it at the end of summer sale the previous year and it still had the tag.
    “Perfect,” I said out loud .
    “Perfect?” he asked. “For what?”
    I quickly pulled a pink sweater from the nearby shelf. “Perfect to go with this sweater,” I said, completing my selection with a blouse that had a Peter Pan collar. I also grabbed a p air of pink pumps with low, dainty heels.
    “Dressing up again?” Mark asked, adjusting his tie in the mirror.
    “Dressing up?” I asked, pulling on the skirt and buttoning it on the side. “One outfit as much like any other, Mark. Isn’t that what you told me last night?”
    He stopped at looked at me. “Did I say that?”
    I pulled the shirt on and began fastening the little pearl buttons. “Yes,” I said, without looking at him. “Yes you did.”
    “I don’t remember,” he said.
    “No, I should think you don’t,” I replied, unable to keep the hurt out of my voice. “You were too eager to hustle me out the door for dinner with your friends.”
    Mark stood and walked over. “They’re your friends too, Mary.”
    “Yes, of course.” I dabbed some more lip gloss on my mouth and then stood, dropping the tube in my purse.
    “See you later then?” I asked, walking towards the bedroom door.
    “Mary,” he asked after me. “Is everything all right?”
    I stopped but didn’t look back. “Of course it is, Mark,” I said. “Everything is just fine.”
    But of course it wasn’t, and I knew it even if - as I suspected - Mark would have put the whole matter out of his mind by the time he got to work. I arrived early, an hour early to be exact. Miss Parsham was already there and looked genuinely shocked to see me.
    “Here before you’re set to start work and dressed up again?” she asked, suspicion edging her voice. “Let me remind you, dear, I cannot pay you extra.”
    “I’m dressing up because I’m meeting a friend for lunch,” I said calmly. “And I don’t expect you to pay me extra. I’m here because I enjoy the job.”
    “How was school last night?” she asked. Miss Parsham was never completely comfortable when I said nice things, although on some occasions I could almost swear she was softening.
    “We didn’t have it,” I said. “Mark and I went to dinner with some friends.”
    “That’s nice,” she said.
    “Not really,” I replied. “I wasn’t feeling well so I came home early.”
    “Good lord, please tell me you aren’t harboring some contagion,” Miss Parsham barked. “I have to drive to Winstead today to look at some aprons from the 1920’s. The last thing I need is to