Pulling the neck of the cape, Gregory tucked in a small towel and poured a generous amount of lather onto his palm, working vigorously to cover her he...d in it. Thoroughly covering every inch of the stubble that the clippers left behind. Then slowly, he produced a shearing knife. Wanda bit her lip in apprehension and began to protest. Gregory could see the fear in her eyes, but that did not stop him. “Now, I know this looks scary,” he began. “...but I can assure you that I'm a professional and. Did you know her, Uncle Homer?" No, but I do remember the day of her funeral. She and her husband were killed in an automobile accident out on Route 22. Their family buried the two of them on the same day." Did she have lots of family?" Her parents were quite old, but I think she had a younger sister. I think her name was Sally something-or-other. I read in the papers a couple years later that her sister got married. She married some guy well-to-do. Now, I think she's about the only one that. He wrote a poem. And it wasn't just any poem. It was a singularly bad poem. You'll never get to see it if I don't repeat it here. Not even Leno would use this stuff. But here it is, so you'll know why I laughed so loud that people came to see what was wrong.Chris, fair Chris, now hear me out,My heart is pining for ya.I am so blue, from needing you,The fairest Peach, in Georgia.Nothing means as much to me,As the bonny fair lass named ChrisI beg ye now, come make my day,And join me in wedded. He wasstaring at me again. One by one, some of the guys that were playingwith Wayne were coming up the stairs as they were leaving. About tenminutes later...Wayne: the coast is clear baby, get that sweet little ass of yours downhere :)Erika: okayI took a deep breath and headed down the stairs. As I walked down thehallways looking for room 4, I was very aware if the clicking of myheels, and how my purse was dangling from my wrist. The hallway had astink to it, just like old smelly hockey.