"And then, in the last two years, despite your attempts to do everything she asked, she exhibited signs of dissatisfaction and even anger?" I get what...you're suggesting, Doctor. All this developed because I let it happen." Well, that's the simplified version, but yes ... that's pretty much what's been happening. You became her servant, not her husband." So ... she lost respect for me?"She nodded. "Her frustration and anger was a manifestation of her inability to get you to resist. To put a stop. It was a lark. It's something different for me now." How different?" I like the place. Don't look at me that way, Bill. Please, don't. Let me try and explain." You'd better do a damn good job. My lieutenant is on my back wanting a bust soon." Okay, look, Bill. It's like this. I'm a horny bitch. You know that as well as anybody can. This job lets me get rid of those sexual tensions. When I took the job, I was just changing the excitement of the undercover work for sexual kicks. Now that I'm. How’s your heart holding out? I’ve emailed you a link I think you might find interesting. And remember, I warned you all along I liked playing games, like getting people to explore and live their full sexuality. Click on the link and buckle up for the ride, coz this is just the start.’Sweating profusely at the thought of what painful surprises I was about to be exposed to, I opened the email and clicked on the link, and just like the night before I saw Luther’s smug and smiling face.“Hey, Dave.. In the event of a total hosiery meltdown, you can use this to draw a single line up the back of each leg to give the impression of seamed stockings. And, as Albie has pointed out in the forward to this letter that you won't have read, illusion and actuality are pretty much the same things. I am concerned that given that my taste in lingerie tends to the itty-bitty-aint-it-pretty that your proud, upright member of Britishness may not receive adequate lacey concealment. I have, therefore, also.