I said her to wipe and gave her my towel.I got the child from her and she went inside my room to wipe herself,and I was waiting in the hall.After wipi...g she came out with the same wet dress, I felt really pity, I asked her, if she minds to wear my shirt and lungi, she said, yes. Then I gave my new lungi and a cotton shirt. She went inside and changed it.Mean while I was holding her child.Till then I had no bad feeling at all, because this was a help to a neighbour.The moment she came out. At the end of that day, it felt as though my arms had been ripped from my body. The traders laughed at my predicament, and I suppose, had I not been the one, I would have laughed as well.The next day, I could hardly hold the paddle and row. Pierre would tolerate no slacking and sat behind me, cursing me as we fell behind the others until I would again take up the paddle and row. The muscles of my arms screamed in torture at every dip and pull. Pierre would grunt at me and I would stretch forth. "Sure," I said quickly. "No problem. Have fun. Call me tomorrow." She smiled and I smiled back, and I turned on my heel and left. I walked home...alone...and knew with a certain sureness and sadness that that was the way I'd be spending most of my life anyway. As good a time as any to get used to it, I supposed. The walk home seemed to take three times as long as the walk over had. I was in my room (which faced Kris's house) working on my tie when I heard noise through the open window. I got up. Don't you think so?Me: Come, let's play a game ok?Hannah: What game?Me: Hmm. We'll each take off two more pieces of clothing, then we'll pet and not go any further today ok? I choose what you will take off and you choose what I will take off?Hannah: Hee. Ok. I want you to take off your shirt and your pants.Me: But shirt very hard to wear back if got people suddenly walk by le. (I knew nobody would walk by. So I wanted to steer her attention to my pants and boxers).Hannah: Oh yah hor. Must.