Why is he doing this? What’s in it for him? I’ll answer those questions soon enough. I started out just like most of them do. I had dark urges ins...de which I couldn’t control. I did all kinds of bad things when I was younger. I got into a lot of fights, I stole from friends, family and acquaintances. I engaged in illicit sexual activities. I did a lot of bad things. Yeah, I fucked up. The worst of all was when this guy named Roman at school harassed me continually and one day, I fucking lost. My shower was huge enough to hold a party. It was built with three heads and a shower massage. I took long showers getting really clean. As I stepped out of the bathroom the doorbell rang. I walked to the door and opened it. Karen was standing there pretty as a picture. She looked like she came from shopping. I bade her enter and she did. Before the door was closed she removed her blouse and was working on her slacks. I took her clothes as she discarded them. Her bra and panties were a matched. I can stop and do the paperwork when we finish here."We walked over the building and I showed him where I was going to put the bathroom so he knew where to put the ground fault breaker plug. Then plugs every eight feet along the walls. There were only two plugs since it had been only used for storage. Even then it had no metal conduit, just open insulated wire."Okay we will do a conduit run all around the room with household current. No overhead lights at all. Are you sure you don't want a. “It hurt like crazy,” she complained, “but Mom says I won’t have to shave for a few weeks, so maybe it’s worth it.”“When Becky told me about waxing, I flinched,” I told her. “I’m glad it’s OK for guys to be hairy.”“Wuss,” Katie giggled.“I won’t disagree,” I laughed.I told Katie that Mom was taking me out tonight to celebrate my birthday, and we talked for a while longer, eventually saying goodbye and promising to text each other at bedtime. By then it was about four thirty and I’d had enough of.