Yes, it had been a fantasy to have mywife dress that way, but that was a fantasy.Upon returning home, Kate told me that she was surprised at all the a...tention she got. “My classesseemed to hang on every word. I think I am going to try to an experiment. I think I’ll wear somethinglike this again on tomorrow and give a pop quiz at the end of the class. I want to see if my studentswere distracted or more focused.”All I could do was groan. It was as though the cock cage was my kryptonite. I knew. "Diane kissed me on the cheek, and said "Thanks, Mike. I knew you'd figure something out. Don't you want to know what it's about?"I just grinned and said "I figure you'll tell me if or when I need to know."She grinned back, and held my hand as we made our way to the table.After lunch, I asked Uncle Jack if he'd give me a ride back to the field I'd been working in, and he told me that I didn't have to hurry - that tomorrow would be fine. I answered that I was nearly done, and would just as soon. It seemed everywhere Lara and I went, I was seeing Oliver, or men who I thought were Oliver. I even chased one poor man for several blocks convinced it was Oliver, until Lara pulled me off and I realized it wasn't him. We started referring to these events as 'sightings' and it got to where if I had one, I'd tell Lara right away and she'd tell me why it wasn't Oliver. Usually it was the eyes, but occasionally it was other features, like skin tone or hair color. Sightings would trigger nightmares. He was even more impressed when she spun around and her short skirt flared up to reveal more of her well-shaped legs. She like many of his female students flirted with him. He was after all the youngest and best looking male teacher on staff, but he ignored them without being mean. He had heard all the horror stories that befell male teachers for hooking up with a student, especially a sixteen-year-old female student. No matter how careful the involved parties were, someone usually saw them.The.