I was now almost in tearsAs I slid between those soft, slithery, pink satin sheets, my skin feltas though it had come alive! I had never imagined thi... total immersionin satin and lace! I heard Mrs. Lawrence call downstairs, and momentslater, I could hear the tread of the Professor's shoes on the stairs,although they sounded odd.As he entered the room, I could see why his steps sounded different. Hehad taken off his shirt, slacks, and dress shoes, and was wearing apaisley silk robe and. Dr K: The events of Monday seem to be bleeding through into the delusion.Dan: Exactly. Or perhaps the delusion is a way of defusing what happened. She’s distancing herself from the reality.Dr K: Are you sure you want to be an engineer? You would make a great psychologist.Dan: (laughs) I would be a psychologist specialising in exactly one patient – better make that one family of patients. For the rest, I’m happy enough becoming an engineer.Dr K: The two careers are quite different.Dan: Not. ‘Oops,’ she said, looking down at her bare legs. George gasped, his eyes bugging out of his head at the sight. ‘I guess I should be more careful,’ Ashley said as she swung the other leg into the car. In spite of her remark, she did nothing to cover her bare legs. George remained staring as she pulled the door closed. George stood there momentarily, then shook his head and walked around to his side of the car. As he slid under the wheel, he looked to the passenger seat. Ashley’s legs remained. ‘You haven’t told Bill yet?’ ‘No, not yet. Soon.’ ‘Soon enough he’ll notice,’ Eric commented. Yvoine let out a short, sharp yelp of laughter. ‘Bill doesn’t notice anything,’ she commented angrily. ‘I come home with whip marks all over my body, he doesn’t see anything. Each time I get a new piercing I have to point it out to him otherwise he’d never notice.’ ‘Why the hell did you marry him anyway?’ ‘The money,’ Yvoine answered. Bill was a good enough husband, he certainly made enough money.