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ike a good employee, I went to Chance’s preferred stores. I bought a few skirts, blouses, a couple dresses, one cocktail dress in standard black, and a pair of shoes to go along with it. I didn’t bother trying it on and was on my way out when the lingerie section caught my eye.

Unknown to everyone, including my late husband, lingerie was my guilty pleasure. Or nicer sleepwear. Baby doll satin pjs. Or a matching top and short set that was sexy but not overly revealing. I just loved the feel of the satin or silk against my skin. I’d wear jeans all day long, but at night, I loved my luxuries.

So sue me.

I started browsing items, despite the fact I wasn’t going to agree to the personal contract with Chance. I couldn't resist the temptation. My fingers brushed over the smooth, cool material. God, I really wanted it. I could just get one piece. The cash register rang somewhere behind me and realization sunk in. I’d be turning in my receipts and both Kimberly and Chance would see it.