It was an excruciatingly long wait; but thirty minutes later, he stepped into the shower and rinsed off the liquid. All of his body hair below his chi... went with it. He was silky smooth everywhere. He couldn't believe it. He felt great. After applying some lotion to his tender skin, he pulled Jeanette's razor from the bag and began to shave. The steam from the shower had softened up his stubble considerably, and he was getting a close shave. About two-thirds of the way through. .. noise ... banging of halyards or the slap of loose whatever. We had had no problems sleeping under autopilot ... although the cockpit was a little drafty.When I mentioned tools, Ken handed me a set of sockets and wrenches in the most common sizes. Suggestions that the electric could use more power he handed me an invoice for a more powerful unit.Ken knew what I wasn’t going to like and was ready to fix it. Some times experience is the best teacher. No book would tell me my generator was too. We did everything together, including playing marbles, riding our bikes, swimming in the creek, and playing hooky from school.We weren’t really bad kids, just mischievous. Probably normal for our age and backgrounds. Our families were not rich or poor. Probably lower middle class. Times were good and Eisenhower was President. Ah, the 1950s, I remember those times so fondly. But we grew up.Mikey got recruited to play football at a small college in Eastern, Ohio and I got drafted. It was the. He carried me to the couch. His fingers were gone. I sat up in disbelief. ‘Wh-why did you stop?’ I complained. ‘Shhh…’ he silenced me with a kiss and leaned down on top of me. We kissed, our tongues brushing lightly against each other. He kissed down my jaw, to my neck and to my ear. ‘You want me to touch you?’ he whispered in my ear while his finger traced my hipbone. I bit my lip and bucked my hips up. ‘Mmmm yesss please… Your fingers feel so good…’ I moaned. He responded by sliding his hands.