"What do you mean?" You think I'm blind as well as blonde?" she demanded. "I've seen youogling me, staring at my tits and ass."In any other context, h...r use of such words would have been exciting.Somehow, as we stood in the littered parking lot, next to the stepladder positioned along the back wall of Beefy Buns, Mr. Moore maybestill watching us from a distance, these terms--and the implicit chargeof sexual harassment behind them--made me nervous.Sexual harassment? Was that really where she was. My words seemed to catch them by surprise, and Janet stopped her motion, settling back down with a wiggle. "Oh really? Care to come over here and tell me what changed your mind?" Maybe I can show you." I think we'd both like to see that. Wouldn't you agree, Mark?"Mark laughed, "It's about time."With the implicit invitation, I walked over to stand directly in front of Janet, and started unbuckling my belt. When she reached forward to help, I knew I'd made the right decision. I also knew I'd made. This wasn’t the case all the time, at other times she seemed almost manic in her efforts to do household chores, garden, and sometimes make love. I didn’t know what the problem was, but made up my mind to support her by taking over some of the household chores, and cooking (thank heavens for slow cookers). I helped her with her gardening and kept her interested in the garden and in other things such as reading, travelling, and getting out to the local stores, keeping her going as much as I. . .”“How do you think,” Jonathan said with a smile. He turned to Sarah and said, “Give him a hand, Okay?”She smiled and came toward me while I was still on my knees as Jonathan headed for the bathroom. “I know this is coming at you really fast, but its better that way. Trust me, you’ll end up loving it, just like me," Sarah said with an enigmatic smile.“Just like you?” I realized she was dressed pretty much like my wife liked to dress me up. A corset, only hers had a built-in bra, a garter belt.