1950, Houston
I held the glass taking a sip of my juice watching my husband laying on the blanket that was sprawled on the grass, his gaze focused on me. It was our fourth year wedding anniversary and Hans surprised me with a picnic.
"What are you thinking about, Mr. Müller". I said with a smile.
"How beautiful you look with that dress on". He said and I giggled.
"Thank you". I said.
"Also how you would look better with it off". He said and I gasped patting him on his chest as he chuckled before pulling me on top of him as I straddled him. I lowered my head and kissed him tasting the whiskey reminding me of how I missed having a glass of wine to unwind, I stopped drinking because Hans didn't want a wife who drank alcohol and I reluctantly complied. I pulled away and laid on his chest
