Dad lightly taped the end over my upper arm, and we were set.We thought a bath might be best, but then Dad said "You know what? I need a shower too, s... why don't we just get in together. You can wash most of yourself and I'll get what you can't. And I don't have to worry about getting wet anyway."So that's what we did. Now Dad is 6'3", and also pretty athletic. At 37 he wasn't in tip top shape, but he still worked out and we played a lot together, so he was in better shape than most of my. I zip my windbreaker against thelight rainfall. With each squishy footfall I feel farther adrift fromeveryday mores and closer to my own anarchic spirit. When I come to adark and windy country lane that passed nearby the roadhouse, I choose totake that detour.Dusk comes early in the late autumn in England. It is nearly dark when Iapproach the Roadhouse. There are several cars parked outside, in thelay-by. Their nervous drivers look askance, but they are watching mytentative progress as I walk. He was close to me and I could smell his sweat, he was overweight, balding, and always looked as if he never washed.'What's going on Bob', I asked him calmly, his tongue was constantly licking his lips, I was picking up on the littlest of his nuances, his eyes were focusing on my breasts, which I have to admit were more fleshy as my housecoat was open, 'Bob what the fuck are you thinking', I asked him forcibly, 'You're beginning to worry me', and I rose not realizing my nipples were now on. Some relaxing music was being played through the speakers just barely above a whisper I had all three women take a seat when Lori said she didn't want to be hypnotized but just watch so she grabbed the chair and turned it to face the two chairs.Becky and Ami sat down on the chairs I told them to close their eyes that we were going to be relaxed deeper than they had ever been in their lives I started them off with a memory of when they felt most relaxed that no matter what happened around them.