
I found it in color, Tilly.
It reminds me of when you went out in your faux-fur for me.
But I like to think we are on our way home after an evening out. Perhaps I made you take off your little black dress in the restaurant bathroom before we headed home. Perhaps you did it of your own volition, and now you are flirtily leading the way home, letting me stroll behind you, enjoying the show and the anticipation of how it will progress, once we get home.
I am intrigued by either scenarios, Sir.