.. But a pig should not have hair on its head. So Harry had a nice chore for the farmer. He was ordered to shave his wife's head, her pubic hair and h...r armpits. He would have to use his own razor and Harry would see to it that the farmer's wife would not obstruct his process by kicking or beating her husband. That was how the workload was divided.The farmer was not too happy, because his wife would remember all he did to her, even though he only took orders from Harry. If she ever got her. Tom just looked over at her and just stared. Tracy reminded him to watch the road. She also caught him looking at her. She decided to cool him and poured the rest of her water over his head and neck. Tom finally stopped. He was overheating, so to speak. He bent over and began to kiss Tracy. His hands immediately went to her bra. He fumbled around the back until he finally got it. Tracy found his clumsiness endearing as she knew he was not’t just another jerk that she had the habit of. It is a feeling which is quite indescribable.About 10 minutes later, Sheila came to me and said that the lad was going home. And he went home!Gathered from Sheila, later, that he had touched her breasts under her tee shirt (no bra) and she had felt that he was hard.At this point he excused himself and decided he was going home.We had such high hopes last Saturday, everything going swimmingly, and then 'pooph' all blown away.End of story on this one.Giving it one more chance, back to the 'father. Rap rap rap"Open the door, Priss," Perry's soft voice urged me and I frowned at the predictability of it.I should have left it locked and told him to go away. That would have been the sensible, even prudent thing to do. But I didn't, he'd called me Priss for a reason and I knew what it was. And that was why I couldn't refuse him. One word at the dinner table was all it would take and my life would be over."What are you doing?" I whispered, closing the door behind the man and locking it again..