Bleary eyed, he stumbled down the stairs and picked up the receiver off the wall.“Hello.”“Robert? It’s Mrs Howard, we need to talk, come over ...in an hour. Abby will be at school.” She hung up without waiting for an answer. The time passed with him pacing the floor of his room. Had Abby told her mother what had happened? How much trouble was he in? He fretted and watched the clock as an hour trickled away at the pace of what seemed like minute long seconds.He watched the school bus drive away. At the beginning of our relationship I would get angry and jealous of her 'clients'. When I was with her she worked as a bar girl, but I knew she had a select clientele of men whom she slept with. I never saw her with any of these men, she made sure I was away on duty, or on leave in the UK, when bringing them back to her flat, but I knew it went on and I hated the thought of her being with anyone else. There was also a bit of apprehension. I am not that particularly well-endowed, about. . so I had to quickly recover myself ... very quickly recover myself, in fact ... by outlining the progress we'd made on our new building and the fact that I'd been planning to come see him about it that very afternoon. He perked up a bit at that, said that Debbie had asked him to do some preliminary work on plans - which I'd seen, of course - but hadn't been able to give him any definite time-scales, then didn't look remotely nonplused when I told him that I'd been hoping he - or someone from. "And shave your legs while you're at it, and anything else that isn't smooth." I dug out a disposable razor and handed it to her, turned and left her to her task. I heard the water come on and I went to prepare for her. I went to another bathroom and got out the enema bag and filled it with warm water and hung it on the shower rod. I returned to the bathroom she was in remembering I had some pain meds in the medicine cabinet. I walked in, she was washing her hair and I retrieved the bottle.