My wife wife was standing there in the doorway wearing an ankle length, purple satin robe which hung open at the front. Under it we could clearly see ...hat she had on a pair of matching French knickers and bra complete with suspenders and lacy topped stockings. I hadn’t seen dressed this way for at least two years and couldn’t believe my pep talk had actually worked. I think bit of background history before I go any further though.My wife and I are both in our early seventies and for most of our. Within seconds she sensed the staff nurse right behind her. She could feel the woman’s breath on the back of her neck. Patricia felt the warm wet tongue below her hairline, then around to her ear. Patricia closed her eyes a breathed deeply. “Bend over. I have something for you.” the staff nurse whispered. Patricia could do nothing but obey. She felt her knickers being eased down and again felt the warmth of the nurse’s lips around the tops of her thighs, gently kissing, licking, and teasing.. I am going to get dressed and walk away from this room.” Inside my head, I was thinking, the way he all over me he is not going to let an angel like me walk away.I went to the restroom. Once I was back he got dressed in a casual t-shirt, track pant and holding his phone to call his wife. With his eyes, he was asking if this is necessary and why don’t we get back to business. I was replying back with my eyes wearing my dress back.He said, “Ok ok no don’t wear it please don’t wear it. I am. Now I had to either fess-up or lie. Either one might damage my credibility."No. No clothes at all. That's how I knew he didn't have the detonator – no pockets." Right," Solomon said, and went silent."Look, it shocked me too! That may have been part of why he did it. Or for the camo-effect. Or it may have been just to mess with people. To show he doesn't care what we think of him." Were there any clothes found at the scene?" He asked Brock."No, sir." So he arrived nude?" Solomon asked me."I.