You stood in front of the mirror, trying on the dress that Bruce had once given you. Now you whined that it didn't fit you the way it used to because you had gained a little weight.

But Bruce, watching you from the doorway, thought differently. He was a true connoisseur of women, he had seen many, but none were like you. You seemed familiar to him, soft, incredibly beautiful.

"You are beautiful, darling," Bruce whispered, coming up behind you, hugging you around the waist and looking at you both in the reflection of the mirror. "God, I could eat you up in that dress."