"Adrian...no...Adrian, please stand still!"

"Can't get it off, Sharona. It burns...BURNS!"

"Calm down and we'll rinse it off. I told you not to touch anything on the desk!"

"Can't rinse it off. It's--it's super glue." Adrian Monk shuddered and waved his hand in a fruitless attempt to make it clean again. His hand struck the suspect.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

But it was too late. Adrian's hand was firmly plastered to the suspect's crotch--the very male crotch. What was that smell? And the dried substance on the man's stomach? And just why had the man been pantsless in his office at high noon? With dread, Adrian looked up at the suspect and wilted when the man grinned and winked.