Peter and you had been married for five years now, so he decided to take you out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate the anniversary.

He had just finished his patrol and was waiting for you in the entry when he saw you, stepping down the narrow stairs, in that black, shirred at the shoulders and waistline, dress of yours with a white fur shawl around your elbows.

"Jesus, bonny," Was all what your husband managed to say at that divine sight as he took off his fedora absentmindedly.