Once in his bedroom, he removed his shirt, trousers, shoes and socks, then stood before his long mirror in black tights, a pink pantie girdle and a pink bra. by Terry Williams

John felt nervous sitting in the lounge of The Black Horse opposite his fiancee, Veronica, to whom he'd been engaged for eighteen months.

They had begun to see each other more and more until Veronica had pushed it to seven nights a week.

"John, why are you so worried about seeing me every night?" she asked in a dainty feminine voice.

"No real reason."

"We'll be married in a week - surely you'll not want a night off then?" she frowned.

"Of course not."

"Well, what's the matter? You can tell me. We don't have secrets do we?" She smiled and held his hand beneath the table. John looked deep into her eyes and smiled. He loved Veronica dearly but he also had something on his conscience.

"Look, Veronica. Perhaps we should call the whole thing off," he blurted out. Veronica looked up from her glass, letting his words echo through her mind.

"What?!" she shouted, then blushed as people looked in her direction. "Did I hear you right?" she asked, melting into the chair.

"Perhaps I'm not the right man for you..."

"Of course you are, John. We love each other."

"But there's something you don't know about me. A secret only a few other people know about..."

Veronica stared at him. "Surely you can tell me?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"I will! Look, we are getting married and nothing you say will alter my mind," she insisted.

John paused, then: "I've been talking with some of my special friends and they said it would be better for you to know now rather than later, and have to go through a divorce."

"Divorce?! We're not even married yet!" she retorted.

"Drink up, I'll take you home and show you something..."

They finished their drinks with John refusing to answer any more of Veronica's questions. Once in his house, he opened a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses.

"You must promise to stay down here," he said.

"Where are you going?"

"Upstairs, I won't be long," he said nervously.

"I thought you were going to show me something?"

"I'll be half an hour. Amuse yourself," he insisted and left the room, closing the door behind him.