..No, yes my husband." You answer. Your throat is tight with arousal."Good...ah, I mean...ok then," he stammers. Looking up you see him take a deep br...ath, lightly shaking his head. Just looking at him made your breath come faster."Please lay down, put your feet in the stir-ups and slide your bottom down the table."You do as Dr. Bill asks staring at the ceiling. What was he going to think about the growing moisture gathering between your thighs. Dr. Bill leans against your leg as he begins to. Volunteer work, library, fitness…she explored various possible activities that my wife might be enjoying or consider for the future; but one by one I eliminate each as an interest that my wife would pursue. My wife was just too shy and inhibited to get involved. It came across me that during our conversations I was unintentionally revealing a deep family secret…my wife’s incapacitating shyness. The truth is my wife has always been very limited by her shyness and inhibition. She has often told. I asked if he was ok with it, and he said he was. I knew my boss was listening and watching, so I decided to go a little further. I asked the janitor if he thought I was attractive. He told me I was, I asked if he thought I had a nice body. He thought for a second, than said he guessed I was. I asked why he guessed, and he said, it was hard to tell with clothes on. I smiled and said that I would take them off so he could get a better look. He smiled, and said he would like that. First I took. You phoned so soon? What’s up?” “Well, I’ve just remembered that I don’t have a lift home. I wondered if we could have dinner straight after work?” “Sure. What time will that be?” “Say half five?” “Ok. I’ll be there. Looking forward to it already.” She spent the remainder of that day filled with thoughts of Andrew, the tall bespectacled man, with thinning hair. She wondered what he thought of her and whether, at forty four years of age, she was getting too old for all this. Then she would smile.