"Kerry, you're goingto get your school uniform dirty if you don't wear an apron, so you'regoing to have to put this on."Kerry looked at the crumpled p...le blue cloth in his mother's hands."OK," he said, "I'll put one on." Good," said his mother, "put your arms up so that I can get it on you.This is this only one I have and it's a bit feminine so I'll have to getyou a more appropriate one later."Kerry wondered how a blue apron could be feminine as he held up his arms.He looked up as his mother. In the audience that night was our trusted old neighbour Tom. He was a really lovely guy whose wife had died five years previously leaving him on his own at 60 years old. Tom retired from teaching early and was a real example of how to keep fit and healthy. He was a frequent visitor to our house and took Sunday lunch with us many times, even once when I crashed me car and he let me borrow his to get about. I had never suspected any sexual chemistry existed between my wife and Tom until we went. "That was not part of our deal," she states, shivering beneath yourtouch, moving into you grasp, "you are to change my appearance so noneshall know me!"."I have altered the deal, prey I do not alter it further," you statemockingly. Her skin is flushed and hot. You grab the loin cloth and tugit down gently. She unconsciously moves her legs to help you. The scantgarment falls to the furs at her feet. She stands before you veiled intranslucent silks.You pause and look her in the eye. She meets. But I do have one or two questions.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “Well sir, this is a small office, I hope the other employees don't think that you are showing favoritism.” “No Christie; you see each of us has our own independent practice. Each of the other people in our office are actually just housing their practice in this office, pay rent and you are only person employed by me. None of the other guys answers to me. So their benefits are provided by Home Office. You are my only employee.