..I'm your wife. I'm Karen." Bullshit," Ben said tersely, as though he was spitting the word out."Who the fuck are you, and where is my wife?"Karen wa... beginning to feel tears forming in her eyes again. "I have noidea how, but I woke up this morning looking like this. Please, put thegun down, we can try to sort this out later. I need to get to thehospital."Sirens interrupted the exchange. Before long several police officerscame into the room and took Karen into custody. She was booked. “Maybe if the photographer was a woman the situation might be reversed, you think?” He looked as if that thought had never crossed his mind, and he paused to consider it. “You know, you may have something there. What you’re saying is that you – and Michael, and probably other men – might view me as a threat?” “Well, let’s take stock, shall we? A good looking guy, talented, artistic, sensitive I assume, given your profession, spending hours around a guy’s naked wife, giving her orders, dressing. She went to her friend’s place and from there on they went for the trip I wished her a good journey and she left. She returned home around 11 P.M and was extremely tired so I didn’t ask her anything about the trip. She just stripped off herself and slept naked.Next day was a Monday morning but she was too tired to go to school so I let her drop the school for the day. She woke up around 11 a.m. then had a bath, freshened herself. It was then only that I asked her about the trip,“Honey how was. The knowledge of exposing myself turned me on a lot and probably him too, because we both kept on doing it without making it obvious we knew about each other.Some time later, on a schoolday evening I finished some homework and I heard my brother playing games on the computer. We had one of those early Apple Macintosh computers in the attic. The attic was our playground, with books and toys etc. That evening I was dressed as usual in my sweatpants, no underwear. And like boys in their early.