"Vivian," the doctor chided her gently, kicking himself mentally for his choice of words, knowing she couldn't tolerate her husband giving his casual, indifferent statement that he saw nothing wrong in what he did. Nor did the doctor see anything wrong per se. It wasn't his bag, wearing female dress of any kind, but his s****l philosophy was definitely to each his own. The only identity he made to Neal's desire was that he himself occasionally preferred a woman in a negligee or even better, an old-fashioned garter belt with black stockings, the t**t bared for his pleasure. But even that, he could take or leave. He had a fine appreciation for a naked woman's body.
Vivian lowered her eyes, blushing at his quiet reprimand. She was not sure why he had stopped her that way, but she knew she wa
