I looked around in panic — I knew she’d be angry to find me searching her room, but if I tried to leave the chances were that she’d come out of ...the bathroom and catch me. She had a large, old-fashioned wooden wardrobe, and in desperation I climbed in, leaving the door open a fraction, just as she came into the room.I held my breath as she started to undress — she was wearing a blouse and skirt, and I prayed that she wouldn’t want to hang the skirt in the wardrobe. She unbuttoned the blouse and. Then, I realized that I liked it that other men found her sexy and attractive (and would have liked to fuck her). I found it all to be a turn-on and began wishing that she would dress even more provocatively than she already did. I trusted her and knew that she was for me alone, so I never discussed the teasing behavior with her.About 2 years after we had been married my college roommate visited. She did her usual teasing routine, touching his arm or putting her hand on his knee, letting her. She went to the kitchen cabinet and reluctantly got down a three- quarter full bottle of Scotch. She had promised herself this morning that there would be no more of this--but she was so nervous now from the waiting that she just had to have something to soothe her frayed nerves. She poured half a glass, put the bottle back up in the shelf and returned to the living room.Though it was now dark outside, she didn't bother to turn on the light. The streetlight in front of the house gave her enough. Of course, this led to a panicked response of "getting this gunk off my face", as Alice was later to complain to a friend.Alice then put her clothes on: a pair of jeans and a dark T-shirt, as well as boxers. (Alice had only bought one Versace outfit and no other feminine stuff after her embarrassing sex change the day before. Consequently, she had no choice but to wear the clothes of a man.) She then tromped downstairs, only to hear the roar of motors overhead and she looked up, and saw a great.