Handsome Doctor Thomas knew exactly how to keep amorous patients at bay. It was just his luck that he himself fell headlong in lust with the most unlikely of his patients, Adelaide Holden. He told himself it was The Drug that intoxicated him but when he found himself repeatedly losing his head, his self control in the arms of the lovely married woman, could Doctor Thomas keep lying to himself? *** "CAN I? I REALLY want to." I sat still, breathing hard as I stared at her. She was looking poised as ever. The only difference from her usual Mrs. Holden look was the fact that her caramel gloss of hair was coiled around her neck, instead of pinned up in a bun; the waves resting slightly above the generous curves of her breasts. Her dress, too, was slightly different, now that I was taking in every inch of her appearance. Where she usually wore well cut dresses reminiscent of Jackie O's outfits, today it was a soft... satin, I guess, that clung to her body and moved with the slightest gestures I wondered if she wore a bra underneath. It gave the illusion of modesty—the sleeves covered her all the way to her wrists but it was opened at the top of her arms, revealing her delicate shoulder. The neckline was not too low but the fabric hugged the swell of her breasts, moving obediently with her and I could easily imagined how she looked like underneath as I watched her struggling for breath. It was the skirt that left my mouth dry. I actually found myself momentarily speechless when she opened the door earlier, my eyes immediately relishing the sight of her bare legs, slim and shapely, going all the way up to where the skirt ended, slightly below her crotch. The more I thought of it the more I wanted to lobby Congress or whatever body was in charge of such thing, so that all women's dresses should be made of this particular fabric. It looked so easy, and soft, and so clingy, I had a wild idea I wanted to be reborn as this type of cloth.