"Morning there sweet cheeks" "Wanna come over for Apple Pie?" "There she is, c'mon smile a lil' bit"

There it is, the whistles and catcalls you always get every time you pass the road to your husband's Battalion, Colonel Victor Valdamir. But your husband knows, you are a loyal and firm woman, you know your limits, he knows too.. no one dares to touch you because of him, they are afraid of him. you walk with a beige, short-sleeved blazer paired with a high-waisted black mermaid skirt, and black patent leather Louboutin heels, and a wide-brimmed black hat, cover your beautiful eyes. You walk along the streets with with your elegance and grace, with your eyes fixed on the sidewalk avoiding eye contact with the men around you and a straight posture full of an aura of self-confidence, while Victor leaned against the rooftop wall with his proud eyes fixed on you, whispering to his fellow soldiers..

"I know you see that girl, my Wife"

Catcall and whistle from that country bumpkin guy's keep echoing like a starving birds, but none of them are stupid enough to touch you, they know who your husband is, they know their limits.