Part 7
Fred got a dress out from the cupboard. "There you are," He handed her a beautiful green dress with lace.
"It's beautiful!" Becky explained. She slipped off her petticoat and admired the dress.
"It was my wife's," Fred said. He smiled at Becky. "Well go on then, put it on,"
Becky smiled and slipped the dress on. "Wow. It fits beautifully," Becky twirled around. "What do you think," She preened.
"You look beautiful," Smiled Fred. He
kissed her lips. "Well I've got to go to work now. I'll see
you later in the museum,"
"Ok," Becky kissed him
back.
Fred put
his hat on and walked out the front door. He walked down the busy
London street. He smiled to himself as he thought of Becky in that
dress. "So beautiful," He whispered to himself.
Suddenly
about 100 yards ahead of him there was a commotion. At least 40
people were crowded something.
"Excuse me!" Fred shouted. "I'm a Police Inspector,"
The people let him pass and a sight met his eyes that was so disgusting he gagged into his hanker chief.
"This man is a maniac!" Fred coughed. "I can't let this happen to Becky," He whispered.
