“Selk,” he said.Mary gasped, eyes going wide in panic, but it was too late. He held her by the wrist and drew her to him, even as she locked her k...ees and tried to pull away. The man was inhumanly strong, and he gathered her in his arms, her body pressed tightly, intimately, to his. Mary panted in fear, her own hands pressed against the iron-hard surface of his chest, trying to push away from him. At the same time, she noticed his smoothness, the suppleness of his skin. He was warm, too, so. And actually we had fun. She treated me as an equal, not as an underling. It ended too soon when we had to return to the hotel to dress for dinner and the show.After shaving and showering, my valet had arranged for a hair stylist to "fix" my hair after my shower. The stylist worked about an hour on my hair. It's funny but it only took me a couple of minutes when I combed and dried it. When the stylist got all done I had to admit that it did look better than when I just combed it.My next stop. Back at the table, both girls sweating took on refreshment and talked. "Have you heard the news" said Steph, "about dad?", said Molly, "yes mum phoned!". "Not sure how he will take it that I joined the firm and not in the accountancy department". Both laughed. "Your Mum will have the conversation, after all, he fucked your grandmother and Aunt and emptied his balls in enough ass holes supplied by the firm, watched by your mum and encouraged". "I guess so, Grandma talked about it once I was. Both felt foolish sitting in a chair being pushed by a man with an artificial leg, but they both did it ... for Will. He couldn’t put the chair in the car by himself, but he could get into the car, himself, like any other person.They had taken Christy’s car that day and she was driving as they returned to Granger.“You know,” said Will, looking over at her. “This car has an automatic transmission. I bet I could drive it now.”“You don’t use your left leg to drive an automatic anyway,” pointed out.