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He doesn’t know that I’m watching the way his shirt sleeves cling desperately to his biceps or the way his dimples appear when he smiles. Every week it’s this way. I watch him as I sit here, waiting for my eldest daughter to get out of dance class, the room a loud cacophony of noises

I had known for some time that my Wife got annoyed when I walked around the house naked, especially when I got home from work early and showered and never bothered to redress and crash out on the couch and watch television, that pissed her off enough, but when I sat there erected while our