By Yvonne Picard
Rating PG
Achieve: sure
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Author's note:  I couldn't resist to write a part of this wonderful series.
Thanks for TheBevster for beginning with it.

Especially thanks to TrexPhile!!! Thank you, you saved me from the biggest
errors.

The Nightgown

She doesn't care for me anymore.

There were times when she wore me almost every night. She loved my light
pink colour, my cut and my satin material, and I liked to give her a tender,
caring warmth.  I looked so great on her and her soft skin felt so good
against me.

But this is long past. It all changed when the bald captain changed his
relationship with her.

I don't dislike him.  There were times she sat with him at night, chatting
and drinking Aunt Adele's tea.  I loved eavesdropping on their
conversations.
He never saw me fully because a robe was always wrapped around me, but even
during those times when she wasn't paying attention, I sometimes saw his
demanding eyes resting on her skin.  I tried to hide.

But the last weeks have been awful for me. She's only worn me half a night
since she's been with him. The replicator had heard that he had been on a
short mission that first day but he came back in the middle of the night.
First he was gentle with my Beverly and me -- he kissed and stroked me,
especially the area where I covered her breasts.

Ohh, that felt so good.

But then I got the impression that I was in the way.  Suddenly their passion
overtook them.  He ripped me from her body and I fell to the floor.

I am so angry with her!!

She didn't say a word to him about his treatment of me. I just lay there but
then a wave of happiness came over me when she took me back from the floor.
Unfortunately my happiness was short-lived.  She didn't lay me on a chair or
the bed.  No.  She just threw me across the room.

And they continued their play.

They play every day.

The lab coat says that he's in the same condition.  All my friends are
complaining.  Some say, that this can't last much longer.  I hope they're
right.
I hope she'll find me soon and take me back to the place where I belong.
It's not pleasurable to lie in the dust next to the sofa.

The sofa and the masks on the wall entertain me somewhat.

I hope this will end very soon.

Of course, it's also very important to me that she's happy.  And she is.
And at least she hasn't replaced me, sparing me some agony. She just wears
the same thing he does.

Nothing.