But I didn't want it out in the open, because I was afraid of where that might lead."Gosh, Sam, I don't know what you mean. You know I always tell you...everything, honey."That answer obviously didn't satisfy him. He looked darkly at me and left the room without another word. That night when I came out of the bathroom wearing the sexiest baby-doll nightie I own—usually guaranteed to produce an instant hard-on—he just said, "sorry, I'm kind of tired tonight," and rolled away from me.I tried to. Stan's little comment has got me all fired up and reading way more into it that he intended, I'm sure. But that little bit of affirmation was like a rain shower in the desert - lord knows I'm not getting enough of it at home. So you understand why I need just this one good thing in my life, right? Anyway, we get off and walk our desks (remember he sits right across me?). I open up that report I was telling you about and try to work on it for at least an hour. I tried really hard, I swear! But. . Just.. a few hours is all you want, at least. You had plans to watch the game, order terrible food that the wife would never let you eat.. maybe even play some god-damn video games for the first time since Adam was born. You've worked too hard to pay for this life and just.. you deserved this weekend to be easy. Please.. just.. one weekend you thought to yourself.You think, you've gotta call Hailey, the babysitter. You know your wife would murder you though.. Hailey was.. god, just stunningly. He would prove to them he couldwork in the same conditions as the other secretaries.He struggled with the undergarments, but managed to get them on correctlyafter a few tries. He balled up some toilet paper, and stuffed the cupsof the bra. Next he slid the dark panty hose up his legs. He was amazedat how his sparse blond leg hair seemed to disappear as he reached hiswaist. Next he managed to get the slip over his head without messing hishair, and he stepped into the dress with relative ease..