She also happens to be my best commercial artist.Abby closed and locked the door behind her. They both looked serious, I asked what was wrong. Sue had...a tape in her hand, she went to the VCR. As she prepared to play the tape, she looked at me and asked me to explain.I was dumbfounded, I had no idea what she was talking about. Abby had her head down with her arms at her side.“You have one chance to explain yourself before I turn on the tape,” she said as her finger rested on the play button.“I. I like the colors. They're fine." They're old. People have seen you in them a million times. You need new ones." I'm not going shopping for new shirts." Fine. I'll buy them for you." Don't. I'm happy with these."Of course, she would buy them. Then the issue could become what I was wearing because these new shirts were now available and the old ones were anathema to her.How had it come to this? I remember standing up earlier in our marriage. I remember being willing to argue over the stupid. " What did the package consist of, exactly?" As well as my body, all sorts of different psychological features Ithought a woman should have. I like children a lot better now, forexample, and I can communicate with them, where I couldn't before. And Iused to be a real slob as a man. My mother always had to tidy up after mewhen I was little. Well I asked for, and got, a real tidiness fetish. Ihave to keep everywhere clean now! If I see a mess I just have to tidy itup. I'm a real little. Christine still had her hands free, and as usual the result was a series of probing questions. She scribbled an answer on the pad, hoping it would please the regular who had asked the question. Whoever he was - or whoever she was, although she shuddered at that possibility - he went under the alias of Master K."NOT AS MUCH AS I'D LIKE TO," she admitted in large capital letters. "MY MASTER RARELY PERMITS IT," she added on the next sheet of paper. She thought back to the last time she'd been able.