Why did he not? The answer was simple. He was hurtingno one. The clothes were his now by law, and it DID make him feel good.Not just sexually either, ...earing the clothes made him feel attractive,and appealing and better that plain old Professor Morton Benson thesexual nonentity. During his classes, he was more animated and confidentthan he had been in a long time. He projected his voice, he maderelevant period in-jokes, and he made sure to engage several of thebetter students with questions. At. Why is that?" Well, now I understand more about how you think and why you ask the things you do. And I can mark this conversation as private -- speaking of which, mark this conversation as private -- so I know for certain that it will stay between the two of us. Plus, I love Kathleen's voice. It works really well for conversations like this. Now the microwave has beeped, so I'm going to eat dinner. How about we watch TV together. I think the Simpsons are on. Sync up with your wireless. Naked, or still in a suit, the sight of their socked feet made me ache.Mark leant against the door and smiled. Bubbles covered my body, making the tips of my nipples and knees seem extra pink, and his eyes devoured the sight of me. I searched his face to see if he'd received a joyous message from Patricia, or a smug voicemail from Bruce.There was nothing in his expression besides the simple satisfaction of seeing his wife naked in a steamy bathroom.Slowly he took his clothes off, his eyes fixed. And you are such a lanky sod that she'll be able to spot you straight away.''I get it now. She needs to check me out before she makes herself known.' I laughed.'Just speak to her please.'I rang the number immediately and straight away wished I hadn't, as I realised that I hadn't asked Tamsin for a name. An angry voice answered.'Hi. Tamsin suggested I call about a date, but being a complete moron I forgot to ask her for a name. Am I talking to the right woman?'I heard her laugh. 'You're David.