He kept looking at me and then at the ceiling and back again, trying to free himself to no avail.He was getting louder and his looking in my direction...spooked me so much I ran back the way I came. I made it back to the porthole and I couldn’t resist peeking in again.This time I saw the tall woman seated on a cushion. She had removed her left shoe and was unclasping the garter for that leg. She then slowly rolled her hose down and daintily off her pointed toes and tossed it aside.She then raised. As she looked around she noticed all her clothes were missing, and then saw him. And, Standing in the corner of the room looking at her. The room was dark; spare for a single bare bulb about 5 feet to her left (her back as she was lying on her left side). He walked over and looked down at her “ah, such a pretty kitty…the things I’m going to do to you…”Her eyes became wide as she looked up at him“Please, don’t. Just let me go, I won’t say anything to anyone about this! I swear!”She talked too. I had five or six folding chairs, and I would take them along, setting them up for Grandma Greely and her friends, along with a canopy for shade. She had become the official hostess, and would hold court while I worked. When it got to be too much for me, she sent me her fifteen year old granddaughter, and I showed her the prices and how to use the scales.She wouldn’t take any money from customers, though. I surprised her by paying her, minimum wage for three hours, the time she got home from. ”He replied with a smile, “Speaking of that, I smell like crap.”“We’ll get you showered after you finish,” I said.After breakfast, we went over to the bathroom to figure out how he would shower.“Get the showerhead so you don’t wet the cast,” I said.“Okay,” he said, slowly pulling up his shirt.“Let me help you undress,” I said.His bare chest came into view as I carefully helped him remove his shirt. He tugged his shorts down from the left side, and I helped him by pulling down on the right side..