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"
Sure
.
"
I
walked
into
the
bathroom
and
let
the
water
run
.
Sometime
during
the
night
I
had
mentioned
to
Sara
that
one
of
my
insanities
was
to
take
3
or
4
steaming
hot
baths
a
day
.
The
old
water
therapy
.
Sara
’
s
tub
held
more
water
than
mine
and
the
water
was
hotter
.
I
was
five
feet
,
eleven
and
3
/
4
inches
and
yet
I
could
stretch
out
in
the
tub
.
In
the
old
days
they
made
bathtubs
for
emperors
,
not
for
5
foot
bank
clerks
.
I
got
into
the
tub
and
stretched
.
It
was
great
.
Then
I
stood
up
and
looked
at
my
poor
raw
cunt
-
hair
-
rubbed
cock
.
Rough
time
,
old
boy
,
but
close
,
I
guess
is
better
than
nothing
?
I
sat
back
down
in
the
tub
and
stretched
out
again
.
The
phone
rang
.
There
was
a
pause
.
Then
Sara
knocked
.
"
Come
in
!
"
"
Hank
,
it
’
s
Debra
.
"
"
Debra
?
How
’
d
she
know
I
was
here
?
"
"
She
’
s
been
calling
everywhere
.
Should
I
tell
her
to
phone
back
?
"
"
No
,
tell
her
to
wait
.
"
