The weather report was cloudy with a chance of showers.

I pulled my favorite raincoat from the back of the closet. It’s a short jacket made of black shiny vinyl that’s reminiscent of items in my closet normally reserved for playtime activities.

When Roger saw me dressed, he said, “Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?”

“Work.”

He shook his head.

“I’m not going to work?” I asked.

“Not dressed like that.”

“What’s wrong with this?”

He took a step closer to me, and then his hands were subtly caressing my body through the glossy fabric. “There’s nothing wrong with it at all,” he said. “It’s very, very right. But you can’t go out... Read More