A Lady and a Pillow

A lady and a pillow I read about a woman who, when going abroad takes a pillow from her bedroom, one with printed flowers and smells of yesterday’s shampoo and rinse not a silly little heart-shaped pillow was given to the newlywed with a knowing wink and smarmy smile so, what do I know about anatomy or the structure of a skeleton? The lady with her cushion doesn’t stay in the youth motel but a proper hotel, where they say: “Does the madam like a cup of tea? She sweetly smiles, wishing the question had been of a sultry nature The roaming woman visits art galleries and museums dines at a nice restaurant that has white tablecloths wide chairs and soft music “Does the madam like dessert?” She sweetly smiles, but wishes the question had been daring, what she whispers to the pillow.