"Your wedding dress"

I reply.

"No sugar, please don't ask me to wear that." Millie says, and continues: "I would feel so weird wearing that, I have not worn it for 18 years since my wedding."

I reply: "So you still have it then?"

"Yes, I have kept it all these years wrapped in protective plastic in my closet." Millie replies.

"Do you think it still fits?" I ask.

"Yes, am still the same size as then, I have always enjoyed keeping in shape." Millie replies. She grabs her tits with her hands, pushes them together and looks down at them, then says: "The only thing that has gotten bigger are these." Then she smiles.

I don't respond, so after standing there for a while Millie walks upstairs and I hear her running the shower. She takes quite a long shower, then I hear her moving around in her bed room, and then it goes pretty quiet.

I settle in and watch a movie on TV, knowing that women can take forever to do their make up. However, time really is passing and am starting to worry Millie has fallen asleep upstairs, especially after the movie finishes.

I am tempted for a while to go check on her, but I resist the temptation. Let her take her time, I think to myself.