She spoke no more until he was dressed and they left the storeroom."Promise me you won't go in there again?" she asked him."No miss," he said sadly."O...ay, now head back to your classroom, breaktime is almost over."He turned and walked away."What was all that about?" asked another teacher: Mrs Phelps, who hadjust this moment showed up."Peter Brook, I've just found him in there. You wouldn't believe it but Ifound him wearing one of the school dresses," said Miss Abbot."Peter Brook? You mean. .. but it was impossible to tell if that was because of the subliminal messaging, or just because she’d run out of steam.I did notice that she was continuing to glance at my pants every few sentences. Apparently yesterday’s tape had really left its mark (and today’s was helping to reinforce the message) and whatever her and Phil had gotten up to last night hadn’t been enough to satiate her cravings.Unfortunately for Rhonda, I’m a happily married man, and so I ignored the subtle signals she was. I was positioned a little behind and to her right but the lights which are directed at the center of the floor were shadowed by the podium. I could clearly see her form but the sheen of her pantyhose was subdued. As I fidgeted with some wires she began to speak."Hello, my name is Melissa Seager and I'll be speaking to you about the state of economic viability in multi use cargo containers...." I would definitely rather see her dance. She stepped away from the podium and the lights pored over. Her reply was, "What need for that - we already have one!" I told her I would leave the room while she changed into her bathing suit (though I'd have preferred she not put it on). Surprise! She said, "Not needed - how about you?" I asked if she was sure, and she responded by unbuttoning her top. So much for asking questions. I responded in kind, turning to run water into the whirlpool.While the water ran, we divested ourselves of our garment. Even though I'm a fairly worldly guy, I still did.