I looked at my watch to see I was at about the midwaypoint. Thirty minutes left, I better get my skates on. The sink andvanity unit were not too bad; ...ll the mirrors though did require somework. Finally all that was left was just the walk in shower. I cleanedall the glass panels and then the tiled wall, trying to get rid of allthe water stains. With ten minutes left I had finished, then with a shockI realised the floor would need mopping. I had not seen a mop so simplyresorted to a bucket of. It took more than two weeks but finally I finished my first pair and wasable to turn my attention to Bob's boots. This was even more excitingbecause somehow putting my hand inside a size 12 was more stimulating thatjust sticking it inside my size 10's. After a few days Bob noticed thatthe boots under his bed were beginning to look shiny and told me to keep upthe good work. Work? Shit it was pure pleasure to wax and lick those bootsinto shape. One afternoon I rushed back to the room as. "Thank for a great evening. Could I call you and have you and Doug over a private evening with Charlotte and me?”“I bet I could talk Doug into a private dinner with you and your wife. Hell, your wife is so hot I wouldn’t mind a little private time with her.” I said laughing.“She would like that, she is bi,” John said pulling up his pants.“I was just kidding, I’ve never done that with a woman.”“You should try it, I’m Doug and I would love to watch you two. I’m going to leave my number right. "Sorry, man."It would have been so easy to kill him right then.No, play along. No matter how much you'd like to punch him. Play along. No matter how deeply the sanctity of your person has been defiled. Zach Crane is automatically exempt from Rule Three, no request from him is reasonable, everybody knows that, but play along. I gave my dick a dubious look and then said, "Thanks, Zach. You know, I may need that later in life. But now you've permanently contaminated it. No one will touch it.