”“Well, thank you… but why?”“Because I know what it’s like to be young. Come on, let’s not waste anymore time.”With that, she came in ...past me. I hurried to grab the garbage bags. I handed her one and started to clean up. I was still pretty shocked about my 30 something year old neighbor helping me pick up beer cans. As she bent over to pick up a paper plate on the floor, I got a good look at her cleavage, which was far from a bad thing, being that she was pretty good looking. Her breasts were. "That will only make things harder for both of us."He put his hand on my forehead and began to stroke my hair in a fashion akin to how a husband would his wife if she'd been given 24 hours to live. In a way this image wasn't too far from the truth.He motioned Fifi to come over to the bed, she duly obliged. Without the need for any other instructions, her tongue set up camp between by legs and she lightly lapped away at me whilst Michael revealed my fate."I can't pretend any longer.' He said.. Use with caution. That evening, I was whistling as I rubbed the cream into my scalp and fell asleep dreaming of all the babes I was going to get when my hair grew back. The next morning I awoke to discover my hair had already begun to grow back! The bald spots were filling in. The only thing odd was it was red now. I showed everyone and they were all happy for me. The next month was great. Al and I went to the nudie bar almost every night. With my confidence back I was picking up women. Take them away,” I added that last bit, mostly as a reminder to God that I figured out why he sent me there.“I know why you did that. You want to make sure that the residents here get our hands dirty here, in case we have regrets later. Don’t worry, I understand. I doubt that any of us will have any second thoughts, even I. It was necessary. The men here had to die. They were criminals, bandits, common brigands posing as militia. Outlaws, nothing else. You’re trying to help set this town back.