Now, upstairs and you will find your clothes laid out on the bed. If you need help, just come down here and we'll be glad to help you. I was totally s...aken. This is definitely deeper than I planned on getting. As I turned into my room, I was taken back. It was simple. A large bed, dresser, and a closet. What really caught my eye was the outfit laying on the bed. A real corset, stockings, old fashioned bloomers, a cotton camisole, several lacy petticoats, and a old fashioned dress. At the foot. So, I married you, believing it was going to be hot sex all the time.’ Understanding began to dawn on me. ‘But, honey,’ I tried to explain, ‘the medications. You know they slowed me down.’ ‘Bullshit!’ she spat. ‘All those times, the months, no, the years, I’ve been getting myself off with various toys because you just didn’t have the urge.’ ‘It was the meds, baby, I swear.’ I’d developed some blood pressure and cholesterol problems and had to take meds that really blunted my sex drive.. My name is Dean and I'll be starting my third year of college. No, I'm not a dean at the college, it's my name. I get at least three jokes a day about that.I have a year-round apartment here as I've doubled-up taking some summer courses to both get a double degree and try to finish early. We'll see.It was summer when all this began and my sister had planned on visiting me before she went back to school.I had gotten a call from her which our mother took over almost as soon as she was on with. Vandermeer returned a short while later, carrying a small tray with a two glasses, as well as a plate of crackers, cheese, and a cluster of green grapes to snack on. In the state I was in, it was impossible not to watch him as he set it down on Mrs. V’s desk, and wonder if he knew or suspected what was really going on here. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought that I detected a bulge in his jeans. Or perhaps he was just… big. Taking a deep breath, I did my best to erase the thought of him bending.