I was on the phone with Lissa and Melody when I got out of the locker room to meet up with the rest of the crew. Lissa was feeling tons better and was... home with Melody and the boys. Kate was with them, too, and had kept Melody from falling apart while she had responsibility for the boys. Molly had them while the girls were in class and then they took care of all the nighttime rituals and got them to bed before collapsing. After Melody got out of her morning class, she went to pick up Lissa.With. In fact, this was the worst night ofmy life. For many years, I have wanted to have a chance to dress up andgo out as a woman for one night. I kept telling myself, 'What are youthinking, Mark? That's perverse. That's not fair to Lisa. She doesn'twant to be married to a cross-dresser.' And, I hid my desires.Until a few weeks ago. I felt the desire once again, and I told myselfthat I would not hide this from my wife. I loved her too much and wouldwant her to be a part.I asked Lisa to help. When she found fault with any aspectof his performance, she made sure he knew about it. Sometimes she wouldspank him, but more often she would give him a dressing-down.One day, coming out the bathroom after a shower, she noticed that thewhite cotton panties she had dropped in the hamper appeared to berearranged slightly. Examining them, she found a hair on the insidethat wasn't hers. It looked like a hair from his head.She called him into her bedroom immediately. Holding up the panties,she. Once my hands were free, I started working on the base of one of the window bars. I had to use my left hand since my right forefinger was out of commission and throbbing like a church-organ bellows.It took an hour or so, but eventually I chipped out enough cement that the bar rattled loosely in the bottom socket. By then I had deciphered what Ivy had said and pushed the bar up. It slid easily into the lintel stone, and I bent it back and forth until I could pull it loose. I placed it quietly on.