Our marriage was okay in the beginning, and Becky made every effort to make it work, even going along when I asked to so stop shaving."I've got to sha...e my legs though," Becky said after I asked her to go natural. "I'd get laughed out of work if they saw me with hairy legs."She did go along with not shaving her underarms though, at least for the first couple of years, after I said I was a c***d of the sixties and thought she would look cool.What she looked like, in fact, was a lot like Bobby,. I put on my shoes, and headed outside. It was at this point that I missed having my vape, but I wasn’t about to smoke again ... or rather resume it. I had thrown out the cigarettes I had when I cleaned my room. I needed to get past the nicotine fits I was having, and flow into normality. I stopped in the middle of the street about 3 houses down when I heard Chloe calling from behind me.“You asshole! Get back in there and apologize! Your mother doesn’t deserve that kind of disrespect!” Chloe. I opened my eyes, and she was there, stood within a few inches of me, smiling."Could you pass my shampoo?" she said, pointing down.I couldn't place the accent, which is unusual for me, possibly Irish, but I'm not sure. I looked down, trying not to see the tight vee of her blue bikini bottoms, nor the impression of her pubes in the wet fabric, nor the stray, dark hairs peeping from the groin. I passed her the bottle, and her hand slid a little across mine. I smiled and tried to figure out how to. All of them confirmed on Friday.”“Sounds good. I’m going to check my email. Which office should I use?”“All of the computers are connected to the InfoNet connection, so any of them can get you to your e-mail in Chicago directly. The one at the end is the ‘visitor’ computer.”“I’ll use that one, then.”There was nothing important in my email, so I picked up the phone and dialed the Chicago office and asked Lucas if there were any messages. There weren’t any, so I went back to talk to Barbara,.