." Becky had to stop, she couldn't find the words she needed.But no words were necessary. Lisa propped herself on one elbow and placed her fingertip o...n Becky's lips. "I know Becky. But you are just as important to me. Honey, you have given me just as much as I ever gave you. This apartment was cold and heartless until you came to live here. I would come home, throw something on the table, then just veg out in front of the television until I was tired enough to fall asleep. Half the time, I. Not that she objected to such carryings-on, because it did have a certain sense of dirtiness that appealed to her now that she was no longer a young girl with thoughts of love and fidelity constantly on her mind.She had been working in the large department store in the middle of the city for several years now and was beginning to realize that she had never really paid any attention to her fellow co-workers while she had her Roscoe to come home to every evening. Now she paused to consider them. . Although neither of us is moving very far away. My son was talking with a group of people. Three were friends of mine... In their fifties, married for many years. There were a couple of young people, too. Anyway, he and one of the old guys were gabbing about my well being... As if I couldn't exist by myself. My son just finished stating that maybe "they" ought to inform the brothels, over in Nye county, that I was a widower now.His mother had just passed away... Less than six months ago... My. He got a glass of it and went back to see abouta movie to watch. He saw that in 15 minutes 'Flashdance' would bestarting.His chest and tummy were still itching, and he had time to address theissue, he disrobed and into the shower and he had the razor. After hehad done what he felt would take care of the itchiness, he had no bodyhair, it just did not look right with hair on his arms and none on therest of his body and he did his underarms also. He put the outfit backon, justifying this by the.