"What brings you here on a Sunday afternoon Arnold?"Turning to me, she told me he was a prison visitor, one of those people who spend time with prison...ers who have no visitors or are disallowed visits from friends and relatives as a punishment.I nodded to him, relieved at least to discover he wasn't some sort of parole officer or something."Arnold was very kind to me in there Tommy," she still held his hands and kept looking at him fondly."Well as you know Polly, I live just down the road from. “Why haven’t you married since she died?”Again, he was unprepared for her question. He wondered where all of this was going.“I…I had no interest in another woman. And I sort of figured that would upset you.”“Uncle…” she cooed. “That’s sweet of you. But you aren’t old. You still have to, well…want someone sometimes, right?”“Of course I do, niece.”“Oh.”Her hand slid onto his leg, rubbing it. She casually let her hand move up his leg, getting very close to his crotch. He stiffened and took hold of. Janice nudged me."Uh, yes!" I said. "Thank you so much! I can't tell you how much I appreciate it." Really, I thought to myself, I can't tell you.Janice signed me up for follow up treatments.It was weird how smooth my face felt. I couldn't stop touching it and marveling. And once the redness faded, it was strange to see my skin. The first time I've ever seen my face without the grey shadow of beard stubble. It looked so smooth... ... and feminine.Stop #2: Hair Salon"Just a trim - I want it to. I don't want students to drop out over this. I understand your feelings about it. Your parents have told me about last night. I don't want families to lose relationships with their children over the program."I looked her in the eye and let my gaze go over our parents. "We will return Wednesday afternoon. However, this is only about removing us from the program or we drop out. There is no other solution. Good day." Amy and I left the room and the school. No one stopped us or talked to us. As I.