Clearly, this was something that Jackie was willing to write down but not to say to me directly. That was evidently a step too far for her. But that...night there was another message from her: For a Very Nice Man I like the way you hold me in your arms, The way you kiss my lips and brow and cheeks, The peace I feel reclining on your chest, The strokes that make me fall halfway to sleep. I love the way your hands feel on my back, . " Good God woman are you blind?" the head exploded, "You call a black eye and a split lip normal?"I noticed Max tensing in his chair and turned my head to look at him, for the first time I noticed the bruises, cuts on his face and knuckles, and wondered how I had managed to miss them. Was I really that disinterested in my own son?"Don't you even care about the fact that your son is taking beatings daily" the head went on angrily, "as a result of his starting the fights? What sort of mother. "Lift your foot," she told me and I giggled as she washed my toes and even the bottom of my foot.She did the other one too and then I turned around so she could wash my back. Jody touched me everywhere too. I mean, she even washed my butt and I laughed nervously, but that didn't stop her. Jody slid her slippery fingers between my butt cheeks and even touched my butt hole, sorta playing with it for a second as she stood up again. She washed my back and down my arms one last time. She washed my. It hadn't been hard to convert it to propane and it worked fine. I just didn't use it much; usually for about an hour or so a month to make sure it was still working and when the power went out from a storm or something.I walked over to check the propane and then I'd probably shut the generator down. I figured I had about three hundred and fifty gallons left and I didn't think I'd be getting any more deliveries unless I was mistaken about my situation.The tank was full. I knew it hadn't been,.