Hazel DewHazel DewHazel Dew is sitting on couch. Her husband is kissing her feet and begging her to not gout overnight. But the wife is not diligent she makes him to help her dressing up. He personally dresses on her nylon stockings and dress, knowing that now she will go to a nightclub and will come back home not alone. He realizes that later she will have sex in their bed. But there’s nothing he can do with it, because his feelings to her are too strong. And he can’t even imagine his life without her.