The hair is gone, might as well touch it up and make it look neater ... shave off his mustache, too. We will need a fresh wig for him as well. Maybe s...ome sunglasses. Need to keep him incognito, at least in public. Can’t have the Klan tracking him down. He’s an ex-Imperial Wizard. You better believe that they’ll come after him when they realize that he’s a loose end. Then he takes a shower! Need to get the stink of the night and the chlorine off his body. Those Klan tattoos have to go, too. Rick. We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go,At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,And Aeroplanes weren’t named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not Led.And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,Madonna was. As the night progressed I was at times surrounded by big black cocks, and then other times found myself alone with just one guy using me like a sex toy. I was fucked at the sink, on the floor, in the toilet, on the bed, one every portion of the couch, against most every mirror pane, and quite often found myself on my knees, or straddling someone on the floor and surrounded by chocolate colored cock. I could barely see any of these guys because of the lighting, and aside from hair, I am. That's what I like so much about this job. I really look forward to work with you." So do I, Alice, so do I."?At about nine o'clock Alice picked up the phone."No, Mrs. Hansen, she's not in. She won't be here until 12 o'clock. It's her last day, and we're having a reception at one."She turned towards me: "Your wife's on line 2. She asked for Henny." Hello, dear husband. So Henny is not there. What a pity. So I can't ask her to rid you of that boner. Do you think I should ask Alice?" Heavens no,.