Mirrors 2
“Now seeing that, what would a man think to do to you?” I asked her, standing at her back and looking over her shoulder at our reflection in the mirrored surface of the elevator door. She shook her head. She swallowed. I was unused to this trembling anxiousness in my wife. Normally, she was so self-assured. We were at ease with one another. But I had lifted the front of her skirt and put her subterfuge on display. She pushed her skirted bottom against my crotch, feeling for a way out. “Go on....