"Help me get these sandals off - it's been far too long a day." I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to unlace them, noticing what fine, mu...cular legs he had. Whilst keeping my eyes down, I said, "A bath has been prepared, if it please my lord." He grunted assent, and once I had removed the footwear, he stood and turned toward the bath. He unclasped the ornate brooch holding his toga in place, and as it fell away, leaving him naked, he walked over to the bath. Since he wasn't facing. "but he'll love me just as much when I'm in New York as he does here in Pulaski County," she said, justifying her conviction. "I'll be all right, mama.” She continued and then attempted some levity. “We have phones and cars and everything these days, you know. It's not like when great Papaw came out here from Virginia and never saw his folks again." I hope you know what you're doing, little Birdy.” Mama smiled and gave her a hug. It wasn't a big smile, but she was trying. She knew this was. A male. Undoubtedly a male. Broad shoulders. Muscled buttocks and thighs. Lank, matted hair dripping from his bearded head. His flesh - not ghostly pale as legends suggest, but bronzed and gleaming - ripples with his every indolent move, the underlying muscles and tendons distinctly delineated. He is a fine specimen, a wonderfully healthy example of his kind. He calls again. Yoooohoooooooooo. Oblivious of my presence, he settles back against the rough trunk and toys with something in his lap.. It was something similar to a straight jacket harness he thought to himself with another joining strap running across his naked fat belly making the top half of him completely immobile.His legs were attached with a larger wider black leather strap to the cold steel table which kept them from moving similar to an obstetrician's stirrups. He was able to reach around the back of his legs and feel for the buckles which must have been keeping the straps in place but he could not find anything there..