She was walking through Gimble's department store with her sister Jerri who was pregnant again and wanted new maternity clothes.
She spied a lovely pink and brown dress with flowerets on the sleeves and a peter-pan collar.
"Look Jerri!" she said holding up the dress for her sister to see. But Jerri didn't answer, and instead walked out of the store with an armload of stainless-steel pots and pans.
She looked at the dress and she saw that it wasn't a maternity dress after all but a brown satin cocktail dress with a black satin sash and a full petticoat of black netting.
She wanted to try the dress on but the dressing room was full so she sat in the chair reserved for tag-along husbands.
"Would you like to dance?" She looked up and saw Tyrone Power, the actor, waiting for her response. Noticing that she was already wearing the dress, she stood up and took the actor's hand.
He held her close, his hand on her waist as he moved her around the floor, her satin dress swaying and rustling against her petticoat. She closed her eyes and let "Stardust" fill her ears.
Her turned her around and held her back to him, still dancing. She could feel him against her. Pressing closer. Harder.
She felt his breath on her neck while his hands caressed her body. She turned her head and leaned back into him.
He smelled like stale cigarettes and whiskey.
She opened her eyes, trying to focus in the dark room and the vision of the dream dropped away.
But the feeling lingered. She could still feel Tyrone Power pressing close.
"Come on Honey."
She turned her head and realized then that her husband had come to bed.
He had finally come home from the tavern and now he wanted her.
It had been his hands that were running over her body. It was his lips that had been kissing her neck. It was his breath that smelled of cigarettes and whiskey. She felt his heat in back of her and quickly thought of the girls and the baby who were in bed, hopefully sound asleep.
Then she turned her body to him and closed her eyes, letting him continue. She concentrated back on the dream and tried to make it real.
She tried to imagine Tyrone Power's face again, his dark hair, his hypnotic brown eyes and the smoothness of the brown satin dress on her body. She tried to imagine his lips against hers, soft and firm. She tried to imagine the slow, sensual rhythm of "Stardust" playing softly in the night as he held her close.
She drew in a short breath which seemed to fuel her husband's passion. She licked her lips and moved her hands over the expanse of his back while Tyrone Power ran his tongue in circles on her neck.
They moved faster now. On and on together. Her and Tyrone. Her and her husband. Heated steam rising between them. His breath coming fast and hard, punctuating her own. On and on together.
Suddenly her husband made a jerk and cried out. He held her stiffly. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her husband. The father of her three children.
Tyrone Power's face quickly dissolved and as it did, she felt a teardrop spring from the corner of her eye.
Her husband released himself from his grip and relaxed on top her, chuckling.
"Ya did good" he said and kissed her neck.
They laid there silently together. Her husband was already asleep when she got up a few minutes later to use the bathroom and check on the kids. When she got back to bed, she fell right to sleep.
But she didn't dream again that night.
In response to this topic, I decided to write a story about one small incident in my life that had the strongest impact on who I am today.
The main characters are my parents and since this is a fictional account of a real incident, I would alter nothing.
This is simply a story about the moment of my conception.