By the time I was out of college, I was soft. I was active in that I had a wife and a baby not long thereafter. I had a house to maintain, children to...play with, a dog to walk. I’d developed quite a paunch by the time Rebecca got sick. I lost a lot of weight after she died, but it wasn’t through exercise. Smoking and depression cut my appetite. I became a skinny guy with a pot belly.Renie was good for me. She didn’t try to reform me, but I started eating more healthily. I was back to walking. "No, don't worry. It didn't do anything, and went back in the forest like a good little cretin it was." She calmed herself and resumed her service. "Let me clean you." He nodded. She took a washcloth and poured fragrant oil-wash in it and began washing his body. First she started with his neck. Scrubbing where his neck met his chest. First one side then the other. She moved down and scrubbed his chest, one side then the other. She had to remember she wasn't washing Mistress Denahli, where it. The bed is wet now with her. Richard sees this and knows that it is time. He grabs what’s left of her panties, and pulls ripping them off her. She Yelps from the Pain. They’re completely soaked. Every inch. He yells “This will shut you up.” He wraps the panties in a ball and shoves them in her gasping mouth. He grabs the Tape and cuts a piece and sticks it over her mouth again. Now she can moan and scream and no one will be the wiser. Tears rolling down her face, she’s given up.He takes his. A whimper escapedhis lips and she giggled. He dropped the wrapper into the can andcontinued. After several more cans had been emptied, one of the girlscalled him over."Here you go," she said, holding up a strip of paper. "Let me tape thisonto your badge."She had put the words 'the dunce' on it. When she taped it in place,under that mistaken name, he was identified as EILEEN THE DUNCE.The girl laughed at him and said, "Now tell everyone who it says youare."In a clear but unimpressive voice.