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For
every
bath
,
I
had
to
screw
in
the
planks
again
.
I
didn
’
t
like
to
leave
them
up
all
the
time
.
All
went
off
well
.
Once
it
was
very
late
(
eleven
)
so
I
took
her
gag
off
when
she
went
in
.
It
was
a
very
windy
night
,
a
proper
gale
blowing
.
When
we
came
down
she
wanted
to
sit
in
the
sitting
-
room
(
I
got
ticked
off
for
calling
it
the
lounge
)
,
hands
bound
of
course
,
there
seemed
no
harm
,
so
I
put
the
electric
fire
on
(
she
told
me
imitation
logs
were
the
end
,
I
ought
to
have
real
log
fires
,
like
I
did
later
)
.
We
sat
there
a
bit
,
she
sat
on
the
carpet
drying
her
washed
hair
and
of
course
I
just
watched
her
.
She
was
wearing
some
slacks
I
bought
her
,
very
attractive
she
looked
all
in
black
except
for
a
little
red
scarf
.
She
had
her
hair
all
day
before
she
washed
it
in
two
pigtails
,
one
of
the
great
pleasures
for
me
was
seeing
how
her
hair
was
each
day
.
Before
the
fire
,
however
,
it
was
loose
and
spread
,
which
I
liked
best
.
After
a
time
she
got
up
and
walked
round
the
room
,
all
restless
.
She
kept
on
saying
the
word
"
bored
.
"
Over
and
over
again
.
It
sounded
funny
,
what
with
the
wind
howling
outside
and
all
.
Suddenly
she
stopped
in
front
of
me
.
"
Amuse
me
.
Do
something
.
"
Well
what
,
I
asked
.
Photos
?
But
she
didn
’
t
want
photos
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Sing
,
dance
,
anything
.
"
I
can
’
t
sing
.
Or
dance
.
"
Tell
me
all
the
funny
stories
you
know
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
any
,
I
said
.
It
was
true
,
I
couldn
’
t
think
of
one
.
"
But
you
must
do
.
I
thought
all
men
had
to
know
dirty
jokes
.
"
