At the request of my husband I have just written this true story. I was barely 20 and we weren't married yet. Here is the story : At the instigation of my husband, I started to dress more and more sexy. My skirts were getting shorter and shorter and my blouses more and more transparent. I am quite tall and thin. So that night I was in a black mini skirt that hid nothing of my long legs. he had ushered me into a rather dirty bar, in a not reassuring part of town. He made me sit at the bar. There were practically only men. Most were my father's or even my grandfather's age. He smiled at them as if he wanted them to come and join us. I was uncomfortable in front of all these perverted looks on me. Suddenly a voice behind me made me jump a man in his fifties. He was bald, paunchy and borderline obese. Without any manner and without delicacy, he began to compliment me on my outfit and my physique. A young woman like me shouldn't be here, he said. And my future hu...