Since she was a hair stylist, Lucy was always on me about my hair.For breakfast I had the choice of a bran muffin or a bowl of bran cereal. I had fres... milk, so I went with the cereal. I had the bowl to be washed in the small sink. It was so small that the soup bowl, coffee cup, various smaller items made it appear to be running over. My next change to the trailer was going to be to replace the kitchen sink with one of those old style janitor sinks. Something so deep a mop bucket would fit. She smiled wickedly and said,"I know. It's optional for me to keep my suit on and for you to takeyours off." I protested weakly, "But, dear, the way you make me keep mybody shaved... I mean, you know I'm all smooth and hairless and pink.People will stare and..." She cut me off and said, "They won't bestaring at your unmanly body because they'll be distracted by yourridiculously small dick and balls." She shook back her long reddish-blond hair and reached into her beach bag for her. I then stepped out of the bowl and sat back down, Gary, with a struggle picked up the bigger bowl almost dropping it as it was a little heavy, he started to pour that bowl but lost his grip and the whole of the bowl poured onto me in one big splash, it may have been warm but it was still a shock to me, I could not see for a few seconds as I tried to brush the water and my hair away from my eyes, I could hear very loud laughter from the two of them, then I noticed my bikini top on the ground to. When I returned to my recliner, Dallas began: “Okay, well ... Neil was a nice guy. He was fifty eight, in reasonably good health, but in the years after his wife died—no, check that, even years before that, he was totally bored. He was a very sexual person, but he kept that part of himself suppressed. When she died though, his brain went into overdrive. He was a plain man, in a plain job, living a plain life. He longed for excitement.”“What kind of excitement?”“He was more like you than you can.