Shirt, jacket, trousers, shoes, “hurry up and dress, I’m taking you out to dinner. Oh! You’ll need these”. She held the garment up for him to inspect; black, elasticated, Lycra control pants, with delicate lace edges at the legs and waist. She had only worn them once. They were painfully tight and she had decided her tummy was flat enough without them. She watched the colour drain from his face, then leaned forward and held the pants against his throbbing penis.