(After all every U**le hangs out in a dark tent naked with his fif***n old n**ce.) “Well?…” said Ann “..would you undo my sneakers?” Jack ...at up and started to unlace Ann’s shoes. As he did he heard her squirming to take off her tee shirt without sitting up. Turning back towards Ann, Jack gave her a hand and helped her up. As she pulled her arms over her head he helped her pull the shirt off and he could feel her body heat. Jack finished undoing the laces, removed her socks then gently. In all fairness, it wasn't bad. He wasn't my father, who would ask insanely complex questions; although he was the father of a young girl. That said enough about the tenor of his inquiries.Downs helped me up and handed me my crutches. I made it to the back door with him and then he watched as I made it down the stairs."How long have you been able to do that?" he asked."There's a thing called motivation. I hadn't really tried, until today."He shook his head and then turned to walk into the back. He gasped when I jerked the cord and brought him down on the pillow. But he was not uncomfortable - just lay with his hands tied above his head. I fastened the cord."Why are you doing it?" he asked in a small voice."Because I need a place," I explained. I readjusted his blanket so that he was not cold. "I don't gag you," I said. "If you scream - remember - maybe, you'll have your help. And maybe I'll have my problems. But I'll have time to kill you, you can be sure." I won't scream," he said. "Hello. Thank you for coming out on a Friday night. I totally forgot about the appointment." Well ma'am the pleasure is all mine especially to be in the presence of such a good looking lady. Now just show me where the unit is and I will work on it quickly. I wouldn't want to hod you up for your date," he replied."Oh, no I don't have a date. I was just going to stay in and, . . . uh . . . catch up on my reading," she answered him.Ginger pointed out the faulty unit to him and he went to work on.