She took some stuff from her bag and went in, and I heard the water running in the sink. I got out my sleeping bag and spread it on the couch, and gra...bed a pair of boxers from my closet.I was so not prepared for what I saw when the bathroom door opened.She was wearing a gorgeous black satin nightgown. It came to just above her knees, but was slit up both sides, almost to her hips. It also showed off a lot of cleavage. I think my mouth dropped open.Luckily, she didn’t notice. She was too busy. This story builds on ‘Arlene Gets Hypnotized,’ my previous story. * * * * * I was sitting in my office at the University when Arlene walked into my open office. ‘Professor, are you busy?’ I probably was, but Arlene was a delight to look at and to have around. Especially to a 58 year old psychology professor who was pretty much reduced to dreaming about what had been and might have been. ‘Well, I was deep in thought, but I have time for you. What can I do for you?’ ‘Well you know that my fiancé. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. I'M TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING SHIT. GET OUT AND COME BACK TOMORROW. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!" That was it, I was homeless, at least for the night. Sulking, I wandered aimlessly for about half an hour until an idea struck me. I can go to Jarrod's house. Jarrod had been my best friend since fourth grade. Living in the south, our friendship was a little awkward, even though it was 2010, interracial friendships still weren't common. . .The cold shower does its job and my cock isn't pulsing anymore. I go into our bedroom and flop down on the edge of our bed. I know there’s no point in putting on any clothes as I'm sure Nicki will be ripping them off the minute she walks in the door, so to keep my relaxed state going I click on the hi-fi that's next to our bed. ‘Aha, perfect,’ I think to myself, 'Wicked Beat Sound System.' We both just love how the band mixes soul, break, dub, jazz and hip-hop. Strangely, we find it both good.