Cheryl St.John - Her Colorado Man

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mariah asked.

“Quickly now,” Annika said. “Don’t keep him waiting.”

“What is this all about?” she asked.

Annika didn’t wait, but came right behind the screen and turned Mariah away to unbutton her dress and push it to her hips. “We didn’t get to do all this when you were first married because you were in Chicago. So we’re doing it now.”

Faye spoke from the other side of the screen. “It’s easy enough to see that things are a little awkward between you two. We just want to give you a nudge in the right direction.”

“It’s natural to be nervous,” Annika told her. “Your husband’s been gone so long. But this is an exciting time, Mariah. Try to relax and enjoy his return.”

Annika wet a cloth and soaped it. Mariah took it from her and shooed both of her sisters to the other side of the screen. “None of this is necessary.”

They weren’t listening to her. Even her cousins had filed into the room, and now stood giggling and teasing. Trapped in her web of deception, Mariah washed and dried, then yelped when Sylvia spritzed her with cologne. Both her sisters dropped a voluminous silky sheer nightdress over her head and tied the ribbons.

Mariah looked down in mortification. “You can see right through this!”

Faye laughed. “That’s the idea!”

“Where did this come from?” Mariah asked.

“It’s a gift from us.” Annika tugged her forward and urged her to sit at Sylvia’s dressing table. Mariah crossed her hands over her breasts in embarrassment. “I need my wrapper.”

“You can’t wear that old thing tonight,” Annika told her.

In minutes, her hair was brushed, her cheeks powdered and Annika applied glycerin to her lips. Faye dropped a floral-patterned satin robe around her shoulders and Mariah gladly grabbed it and closed it around her.

They guided her along the hallway with the utmost giggling and shushing, finally pausing before her closed door.

“We’re so happy for you, Mariah,” Annika said in a throaty whisper. “Now get reacquainted with your husband.”

One of them rapped and opened the door. Several pairs of hands urged Mariah through the opening. At the very last second, the robe was lifted away and out.

Mariah stood inside her closed door wearing only the sheer nightdress and a look of horror.

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