She was terrified, she had heard tales of how bad girls were sold to brothel keepers in Dublin to serve men’s carnal desires, only to die maddened f...om syphilis and be condemned to the fires of Hell. Had she been a bad girl? She cold think of no other reason why her uncle had dealt with her so shamefully. She might have tried to break away from Fergus, but she was a country girl and all she knew of Dublin was bad. She hadn’t the faintest idea how to find her way back to her little family. He was new in the area. He was a braggart and a bull-shitter, but he had money and finagled a membership in the country-club my Helen said we absolutely had to be members of.Helen is a blond goddess. She’s a statuesque 5’11”. She has beautiful blue eyes, and the kind of face and figure men fight wars over. Her name is Helen after all. Homer said the Spartan girl had a face that launched a thousand ships; well my Helen is so beautiful she’d probably make the D-Day armada look small.She knows she. ”“But if she hadn’t been looking at me, she would have seen it herself.”“And still not have been able to get out of the way,” said Will.The door opened and a doctor and nurse walked in.“Sorry for the interruption, but I understand you’d like to get the young man home as soon as you can, in which case I need time to examine him.”The exam took about ten minutes and the paperwork for the discharge about the same again. The nurse and an orderly helped me into a wheelchair and then into Will’s car.. I did not try to hide my looks and she lay back more toward the cabinets and rotated her hips toward the edge of the counter. “You want to show me this wonderful talent that you have?” She asked in a voice suddenly filled with lust.I opened my beer and took a drink, set it down on the counter and stepped up between her knees. Very deliberately and yet without any rushing I reached up and undid the loose knot holding her towel ends together and then I unwrapped her. My greedy eyes wandered.