The items she was planning on buying today would be her for that very reason, because she was walking here, thinking of him. She wondered if Charles would think it was her, it wasn't a version of herself she had ever portrayed of course but maybe, maybe he had fantasised about….

Elsie sure had, lying in bed late into the night when she was sure she'd be unheard, she would touch herself. Moving her big long nightgown up and down her legs, rubbing her hands over her hips, over her soft stomach, still further up, undoing the top buttons of her gown with excited fingers, she'd slip a hand inside, then slowly touch her bare breast, moving her open palm over her nipple, feeling it harden.

She would push her backside into the mattress. She imagined wearing black silky undergarments, like those modern filmstars did, her hair flowing free and his hands, not hers, moving it over her body, lifting the black material up slowly to reveal her milky white skin to him.

A loud greeting calls her back from her revery. She had reached the end of town.

Hoping very much that no one will stop her for a chat, she walks swiftly on.

Charles had looked disappointed when his wife told him she was going into town alone. She understood. Parting so soon after so little time together was not something she wanted to do, but felt she must.

And blushing slightly now, she thought he would be very pleased in the end. His handsome manly face would make expressions she had never seen there before, he might never have made them before. This thought excited Elsie, she wanted to do that, to make him do things only she could evoke from him. To seduce him...

"OK, I have to stop this.' Elsie shook herself awake from her very private thoughts.

She was closing in on her first destination. Her mind clear on what she had to do, her face pulled back into her Downton Abbey one. 'This is serious now.' Beyond her control her body is still excited, her lower stomach fluttering.

Laden with several different shopping bags Elsie stepped into the hall of their new cottage. Tucking her key back into her purse, she looked up, she could not see Charles.

Elsie struggled with her bags, twisting the handles of of her wrists, she puts them down on the floor beneath their coatrack. Looking at herself taking of her coat in the hallway mirror, she hears Charles walking towards her, looking at him, he greets her.

'Hello.'

His voice sounded happy, relieved as well maybe. Had she been that long? Her thoughts walking away with her.

Of course her mission had been a mystery to him so she was glad to find him in good spirits.

Walking into the living room to meet him she smiled broadly and returned his greeting.