“Give me time, please.” I can hear her pleading now. Whatever, I’ve given her time and I’m still giving her time. A lot of it. I wonder, yet a...ain, whether it’s all due to a post-natal reaction. But for this long? Is a year without sex normal? How would I know? The trouble is, men don’t talk about such things, it’s not a topic for discussion at work or over a drink. In fact, we married men never speak about our home sex life. It’s the ultimate no-no. Privacy rules! I finished my beer and all. Ashley sat in the tub, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms locked around her legs. I could see that her bad ankle was slightly more discolored than when she went into the bathroom. Her face was red from embarrassment of being naked in front of me. Shampoo covered her hair. The shower nozzle was spraying down on her, a good portion of the water falling on the bathroom floor and the shower curtain, which lay beside the tub.I first leaned over and turned off the water. Then I kicked. Two hours later in they were back at Ms. Lawrence'sapartment.Tim was uneasy, his face blushing as Ms. Lawrence finished dressing himby zipping him into a rayon house dress. While they were gone moreclothing had arrived, clothing in Tim's size. She'd watched him dressfrom head to toe and from the skin out in layer after of layer offeminine lace trimmed lingerie. How he tucked himself into his panties,how he hooked the garter belt up, how he slipped into the sheer nylonhose and gartered them. . This was serendipity. At this later hour Debby was often standing by the window talking on the phone.It was a Sunday night when my world changed. I saw her as I approached and was elated as usual to see her. As I got closer I saw that she was wearing only a towel. Debby had apparently answered a call while in the shower. I came to a screeching halt and stared, not believing my luck. I searched and found deep shadows that afforded a complete view through the window. My heart was beating so.