Besides, I really did love him.I got him home, gave him whisky and made soup. I had to tell him to go to the table, I had to put the spoon in his hand...— he ate, moving like and automaton. He would do nothing for himself, just stand, or sit, or lie down, unmoving until given another instruction.Every morning I could, I took him across to the church; I said morning prayer, usually on my own, but occasionally one of the others would be there too.In the evening, I took him across and I or one of. She replied “ That is not fair, You know my husband is also out of town and I get bored at home, still you did not invite me for some booze”. I asked her that does she booze? She replied “ Well, sometimes I do booze with friends at parties and I would love to have some good time while killing my boredom”. Without waiting for my response, she said that she has to go home right now and will come back after her daughter sleeps around 10 PM.I came inside my place and prepared the table with. " He smiled."Neither of us wants to go down to the station tonight!" I said slowly and with a thick voice, knowing what it meant.He nodded and slowly let go of me. I turned towards him and nodded.My arousal must have been written all over my face because he just glanced around once before motioning for me to get down on my knees. We where right next to the passenger door, but my wife just nodded with her eyes closed. She couldn't have heard what we had just said. She looked beautiful where she. ..haireverywhere...on his arms, on his legs! He hopped out of the shower andgrabbed his mom's razor from the bath tub. "This will work," he thought ashe headed back to the shower. He hurriedly shaved all the hair off hisarms and legs until he was smooth all over. "How did I go so long beingcomfortable with all that hair???"When Jessie came down for breakfast the next morning the women could onlystare...or try not to stare. He was wearing his usual attire of cargoshorts and a tshirt, but where.