.." I hesitated. With what I hadplanned I didn't want any links to Lyfe. Or Roger as I'd now found outhis name was.Lyfe shrugged. "I don't mind. But s...it yourself." He yawned. "I'm callingit a night. If you don't have a place you can crash in my car," hesuggested as he started to put away his paints.I sighed, a weight in my stomach, unsure how much to tell him. This wasconfusing for me. But I liked Roger.. "Lyfe. I've been through somepretty horrible stuff over the last month. It's why I'm on. The next six months were the worst nightmare I had experienced. It started with the pubic hair growing back. I could not even scratch myself. Each move drove me up a wall. I invented reasons to take showers, directly the water at the chastity belt. But, adding insult to injury I had to shave my underarms each week and keep my legs hairless. As I became accustomed to the belt and the pubic hair finally grew back, it started to become a ritual to shave myself. Finally, my wife allowed me to grow. No way this one’s ever lain with a woman.”A moment later, they pressed a foul-smelling rag against my nose and mouth, and the world became black.I awoke naked, on the cold stone floor of what appeared to be a dungeon. My head was pounding. I moaned, in pain and confusion, and a female voice answered. from the dimly-lit corridor outside my cell. “Try to at least sound like a man.”I looked up. Out of the dimness, a woman pressed herself against the bars of my cell, assessing me cooly. Only when. "Hi John, what can I do you for?" Simon said in jest once he'd taken the phone from his mother."Coming down the pub tonight?" Yeah, if you like. Meeting Patty there?"I most certainly am! The delectable one will be arriving about nine o'clock, which gives us time to get a couple of pints in first. I'll meet you there?" Seems reasonable. I'll be about twenty minutes."Soon after nine that night, John's girlfriend Patty arrived and quickly came to John and gave him a fierce hug and a big kiss.Patty.