I miss your brother. You talking about wanting to be spit-roasted in your last letter got my engine going enough that I was more than a bit tempted to...find another man to help me out with that myself. I think I would have too if I didn't think that it would have reduced Ron's respect for me.But as he thinks that the sun rises and sets on Will I couldn't very well invite another man into our bed. However if as I suspect will happen, Lily becomes sponsor eligible and stays with the family, and I. From week to week we never knew who’d be there. Sometimes it was rich people, even famous people. Sometimes a well to do family on vacation, and sometimes we didn’t even know who the people were. It was never empty. This week’s tenants were a pair of sisters from overseas. I sometimes encountered the people who stayed at the house, but these two I’d avoided. They were identical twins, distinguishable only by their short hair, which was dyed, one bright green, one bright blue. They were curvy. ” Filling her hand with cream, she slathered it over his testicles and the base of his shaft, working the rest between his thighs and buttocks. With almost surgical precision, she began shaving him. “Relax,” she said as he fought the urge to quaver or shrink away whenever she approached his scrotum, “I’ve done this before. Quite a few times, actually. Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands.” She was humming while she worked, though his eyes widened when he realized just what she was humming: “Cuts. I haven't made my special shrimp scampi for a detective... in days, now!" She ducked back into the kitchen and left him to ponder.And he thought she was deficient in the humor department! Hah! From the kitchen, she heard:"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Real loud and genuine sounding. From where he sat, he heard, from the kitchen. "Hee hee hee hee hee!" Real loud and genuine sounding. Two moon-calves, you betcha, who had narrowly missed their first real loud and genuine disagreement.After dinner--the scampi.