Chapter Sixty Three
To Stretch
After a rinse, Miss Evers pats Greg dry and we let him dress himself... under Miss Evers’ supervision. Since his underwear reeks, he will go without and indeed the Tuxedo slacks are tight. My precautionary m**********n to bring flaccidity proves to be for the best. And in coming down from the heights of nirvana, it is satisfying to observe the chagrined male become a wimpy puppy dog.
Meanwhile with Ms. Montaigne supervising Christy in the basement, guests begin to arrive well before the 2:00 p.m. recital, apparently my invitation to view a naked Christy being warmed and stretched deemed rather enticing.
Yes, the owner of the beauty parlor along with three patrons travel in one car. I call Greg from the laundry room and have him open and pour wine.
“I’ve
