"Seeing you are such a pathetic little sissy, I think you should put this on before you get into bed," Marge said flatly. "There is nothing else for you to wear anyway as I sold all of your cs before moving here. Not that I got that much for them but seeing you were too lazy to get another job, there didn't seem to be any point in keeping them."
Larry stared in shock at the long, pink silk nightgown that his wife was holding out. He was so astonished at what she was suggesting that he barely registered the fact that Marge had told him that she had disposed of his extensive wardrobe. Had the woman gone completely mad he wondered?
"Are you crazy, that's a... a..."
"I know what it is," came her curt reply. "But with you looking and acting more like a Linda than a Larry, I think it is exactly what you should be wearing for your little nap. Now lift your arms. That's a good girl There you go. Doesn't that feel nice and slinky? Climb into bed and I'll pull the covers up and you have a well-deserved rest. I know you must be finding this a bit overwhelming. See you in a bit, dearest."