She looked at me, and crying, began to go in the house. "No, take it off out here so the yellow jackets won't be in the house," I told her. "I can't... you will see me." I said, look, I am 55 years old and have seen several naked women. Take the damn dress off so you won't get stung any more." Finally she did, and was I shocked to see that she was not wearing underwear–no panties, no bra. But I could see the stings, already swelling. It looked like she had dozens of stings.I followed her. You have the pull rope right next to you for assistance. I will have a nurse check on you every few minutes.”I won’t complain about getting a bit of privacy as I blasted out this vile-smelling poop. I hate having some nurse, or even Kelly, wiping my butt for me.Every time I flushed a nurse would pop in to ask if I finished my paperwork. All, but once, my butt answered them before my mouth. I have no idea how long I had been sitting there before there seemed to be nothing left inside my gut to. The master bathroom was basically in an indentation in the middle of one side of the master bedroom. It contained the biggest bathtub I had ever seen before, and had mirrors everywhere like the rest of the upstairs. The master bedroom had a king sized waterbed. I'd lie in it and pretend to already be asleep and every night before she fell asleep she'd go into the bathroom, run a hot bath, and get undressed then bathe like clockwork before climbing underneath the covers beside me. Through the. It was backstock, and not for customers to get down. He said, “yes, I wonder how someone would get that down?” I said, “well they could climb up on your big dick and grab it.” He was shocked and laughed. As he walked off as we smiled at each other. I finished my shopping and was shocked he didn't come back around to say something. As I was making my way to the parking lot, I saw him by his car and smiled at him again. He returned the smile and I noticed he wasn't alone. There was another man.