"Are you listening to me?"Howard glanced up. "Of course," he stammered.Cecily double blinked. She raised a cool, lazy eyebrow, and her face hardened. ...Are you sure, Mr. Pendrill? You don't appear to be listening." Yes, of course I'm listening!"But Howard wasn't listening. He was thinking: dreaming. He was lost in his local theatre with Lucy on stage; a packed house around her, and the excited buzz of opening night. Lucy was acting the part of Salome, and she was wearing a long dress and. To be fair, I asked them to go and buy a barbeque, the garden was perfect for one, I'd already decided it was going just at the corner of the patio wall, where it met what remained of the fence."Get one of those big gas ones mum." I added, "We might as well get a good one and it will last us."By the time they returned, I'd done at least a quarter of an acre and I was very hot and sticky and was ready for a shower, but mum surprised me by taking my hand and leading me to one side."Tommy, Fred's. I still had one last move, one last attempt, but it was so ridiculous I was thinking of not even trying it.It tormented me, looking at her now. Her brunet silky hair fell down over her shoulders. Her big brown eyes looking into me, all innocent, oblivious to the dirty thoughts I harbored towards her. I was losing my best friend. Could I…still call her my best friend.I mean, one should want the best for their friends, right?A cackling hysteric laugh from downstairs interrupted my train of. I've been wearing Depends for years. Recently, I've startedusing external catheters. First, I hacked off some pubic hair with apair of scissors. Then, I close-cropped the hair with a beard trimmer.It hurts to apply the condom catheter otherwise.My wife said, "You'll love having to do that," with a smirk on herface.So, I had apologized for my behavior earlier. Why is she doing this tome?She first started calling me "slave" again, then she decided to shavemy beard, legs, belly, chest and.