She indicated her approval and shebegan to help me with my clothes. It had been a long time since any-one paid that much attention to me and I was lov...ng it. She seemedvery excited and grew even more bold as my clothes came off one pieceat a time. I was soon nude and standing before her. She couldn’t seem totake her eyes off my pubic hair. I am a blonde and very hairy, andshe seemed to be fascinated with my ‘bush’. She stepped toward me andput her arms around me. Her face came. There was a certain intensity in them. It was as if they were dancing with anticipation, or was it expectation?As they made small talk, he reached down and began to gently rub the inside of her calf...lightly...teasingly."Stockings...or pantyhose? Please, not pantyhose on those legs, not today." He whispered through a grin."Silly man, why the interest in stockings or pantyhose? I was hoping you appreciated the legs more than what was on them. Surely you aren't interested in trying them on?" she. How could he deny her? Of course, they could be married in December. As he relented somewhat, it gave Millie courage to tell him about her trip to see Aunt Helen. She used the wedding as an excuse to go to New York to pick out a dress and a few things for her trousseau. She assured him that she would be properly chaperoned and looked after by Aunt Helen. But, of course, there would be some entertainment … dinners, and plays, and the like. Then she would come back to begin their life together.. Behind the young man, a couple of priests just standing there frozen from fear. The young man turned towards me. He angrily said. “Who the fuck are you!”“Hello George, let me introduce you to Mario. He is the young man who broke the window a few days ago,” Father Petrou said.“Don’t tell him my business bro!” The young man angrily said.That is when I spoke. “First a good Christian does not swear in church. Secondly, you don’t call Father Petrou, bro. Know you seem to have a lot of anger inside.