The water and soap madehis breasts slippery, and they had no trouble jostling around as he triedhis best to clean himself. Not knowing exactly what t... do with hiscrotch, he just washed the outside and gave it a good rinse. Moving downto his legs, he again ran into the issue of his pendulous breasts havinga mind of their own when he bent over. Still, he was almost done, anddidn't want to be in this shower any longer than needed.Satisfied that he was good to go, he gave his body a good rinse. I had heard of their arrival, and quite frankly gave it little thought except that I praised the local farmer -- a woman -- who was helping them.Our son was the first to meet them and struck up a bit of a friendship and even visited them several times at the old farmhouse bought especially for their use. I was surprised to learn it was less than a kilometer away from where we lived.Again I gave it little thought.One afternoon while I was at work, Susan called me about something and in the. I had heard of his exploits. He would lure his naive girlfriends to go with him to the botanical gardens. He is a slimy lecherous low-life. I hate him. I knew I hated him. Then why would I think about him. Perhaps because it was him or the delirium: multicolored pillows falling from the ceiling and plastic wrapped action figure toys on the floor. I knew when it was coming: the axe falling. The falling axe that will cut through the beam of sunlight from the window, catch all of it in its. The only thing that made them somewhat bearable was that Teresa was usually there.Teresa Smithy was everything I ever thought I wanted in a girlfriend. In my eyes she was perfection from head to toe. The only problem was she was as hung up on Reverend Jim as Mom was, and wouldn't give me the right time of day. I kept my eye on her and noted that besides the "good reverend", she would also occasionally hang out with a small group of guys Jim called his "Righteous Warriors". I reasoned that the.