. jealousy. Therefor a second, I wished it were ... me.I looked on as Patrick's lips glistened in the dining room lights. Inoticed his legs, his perfe...tly toned legs encased in fishnets. I lookedat the curve of his neck, its gentle curve before it turned into hisshoulder. And if I had been given truth serum, I might have admitted thatI wished it was me. He looked desirable. I desired him. More than that,I came aware, I desired to be him. Did that make me gay? Curious? Both?I should fight. He sat down in front of her, motioning for her to do the same.Jane looked around at the surprisingly normal looking office. The walls were painted beige, the floor carpeted. A few tasteful pictures hung on the walls, and there was a large potted plant in the corner.She could hear classical music being played from a speaker she couldn't see. She couldn't name any such music, but the violins played melodies together that seemed pleasant enough.She sat down on a leather seat that creaked as she. She mumbled something about Sara not being much help and wouldn't look at me. I stood there for a moment then decided to let it go for now and left her alone. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat in the den to wait. After what seemed like an hour Lori called to me the hallway. "Get ready", she said seductively and stepped into the doorway. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I looked at what my wife was wearing. She had on a very short black skirt with a slit up one side and a low cut. He saw peas and carrots and spinach, none ofwhich he was fond of. Daryl wasn't a fan of garden products. Using asmaller spoon, because of the size of the jars, she fed him rapidly,never letting him quite get one spoonful down before the next arrived.On top of everything he had already been made to eat, this added fill-upwas unwelcome.She used the bib to wipe his lips and chin. Then she saw something atthe corner of his mouth, made him stick out his tongue, wetted herfingertip on it, and used.