After he returned to the house and gave the uniform back to Kelly, Clyde ran
into Marie.  Did everything work out for you?"  She asked him.

"In spades.  Thank you again." He said heading for the door to the basement.

"Let me show you where the vacuum is.  At the end of each week we need the rec.
room spruced up for the weekend."  She said stepping in front of him and leading
the way downstairs to a closet.

"Okay, but is it all right if I do it tomorrow?  I have some work to catch up on
tonight."  Clyde asked.

"Sure, that's fine.  Just as long as the party room is neat and clean before
anybody entertains, otherwise my ass is grass and your ass is out on the grass,
okay?"  Marie warned.

"Don't worry, I will.  By the way, is it okay for me to use a phone for a local
call?"

"Use the one on the post by the pool table over there, and knock yourself out."
Marie said taking her leave.

Clyde stood by the phone in the corner of the rec. room and called Maggie.  In
front of him were four girls drinking and playing pool.  When they learned that
he was trying to talk to a girl on the phone, they decided to tease him.  When
he turned away from them for more privacy, they unbuttoned a few top buttons,
thonged their panties, and raised waists on already short skirts.  The tall
blonde rolled a ball slowly through his legs and then went in front of him to
bend straight-legged facing away as she slowly picked it up.  When he saw her
legs and rear cheeks on display, he felt a familiar stirring in his groin. He
turned away from the lewd sight, only to find the other shorter blonde bending
over the edge of the table with one knee up on the edge and the other foot on
tiptoes reaching to make a shot.  When he turned away a quarter turn he saw
another in a tight pink sweater and tight pants ending at mid-thigh straddling
her pool cue like a stick pony, slowly grinding the stick along her crotch.  His
cock was rising and he muttered "Oh Shit," as he looked down at the front
material of his outfit coming into view, "No, not you Maggie. . . . No, I'm fine
. . . ." They heard him saying as he turned to the opposite side to find the
fourth coed standing feet apart, head back, rolling a ball like a piece of ice
on a hot summer's day all around her neck, cleavage, and the tops and insides of
her breasts.  "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow night then. . . . Goodbye."  He said,
hoping to make a hasty exit, before his cock and balls were on full humiliating
display for his tormentors.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"  The tall blonde one asked.

"Umm, I've got work to do."  He said trying to leave, but the pool stick pony
rider was standing in the way of his immediate exit.

"I'm Sally. This is Tina, that's Tara, and Jessica.  Why don't you stay and play
with us?  From the looks of things, you've got a couple of extra balls to shoot
and you've come with your own cue."  She said taunting him.

He looked around at the four.  They were definitely party types and he was not a
party guy by nature, but he was now at school and away from home for the first
time wishing he was a little more daring.  "Okay, I guess, for a little while."
He said, not very sure.

"Great.  Then what should we play for?"  Sally asked.

"Ah, I really don't have much in the way of money."  He replied. 

"Well then, we'll just play for the fun of it shall we?  How about stripes and
solids.  If you get a shot at the eight ball, or if I scratch, I take out one of
these tits and drop it the hole you are shooting for.  And, then if I get the
eight ball shot or if you scratch, you drop your balls in a hole I am shooting
for.  Okay?"  She proposed.

"Ah that doesn't seem entirely fair.  I don't think the risk of you hurting your
tit is as great as you hurting my balls."  He protested.

"Well you don't have breasts and we don't have balls, so we can never know, . .
. unless . . .  So, how about this?  Let's have a contest.  I'll let you twist
on my tits while you let me squeeze your balls and the first one to let go
proves which one is the most sensitive."  She suggested.

"That seems like a fair test, but I don't want us to get hurt finding out."  He
countered.

"No pain no gain, in knowledge that is.  We'd be doing it for humanity, and
besides, it shouldn't last very long.  What do you think?  You'll get to touch
my tits, and you look like you want to.  And, I love to have men by the balls,
so what do you say?"  She said seductively.  The others snickered. 

"Okay I guess, but the second person has to let go immediately after the first
one does."  Clyde ruled, blinded by the thought of seeing, much less feeling,
the breasts pushing her blouse out and partly open.

"Of course."  She said.  "Here," she pulled out the shirttails of her blouse and
bunched them on the tops of her breasts.  Then she pulled the front of her bra
cups down enough to expose the nipples to Clyde's widening eyes.  "go ahead,
touch em, but gently now."  As Clyde got into range to touch them, she reached
down and wrapped her fingers around his balls, jiggled them like marbles in a
sack, and nodded a signal to the brunette Jessica behind him to hold the skirt
and his penis up out of the way.  She gently massaged his balls causing him to
nearly swoon with pleasure.  Clyde's eyes rolled up and he continued to massage
her teats with the Braille method.  "Okay,  Tina, count to three."

"One."  Clyde's eyes opened with a look of apprehension.  "Two."  He appeared
truly worried.  "Three."  The blonde's grip started to slowly and steadily
tighten.  Clyde started to pinch and twist her teats in self defense, but as his
pinching and twisting started to register pain with her, she had more energy for
squeezing and twisting his nuts.  Both had faces grimaced with pain.  Both held
their breath and tried to outlast the other.  Clyde lost some ground because he
found he had to let go and grab with more counter turn in order to give more
torque to the twisting he was applying.  He was bent over in excruciating pain,
wanting to pay her back, but never quite got a firm enough grip to catch up.  He
stood on his tiptoes, bent over at the waist, mouth wide, eyes wide, hands on
her shoulders for support, stymied into paralysis from trying to breathe and
wanting to scream at the same time, while the blonde continued to squeeze his
orbs showing determination on her face.  Finally able to gasp for breath, Clyde
tapped and then pushed her shoulders back, which was enough to signal her to
decide to let go of his sore nuts.  He doubled over in pain holding them
protectively in his hands. 

Then Sally made like she was brushing off loose powder from her palms, proud to
be the victor.  Then with a delayed grimace, she protectively covered her
nipples with her hands to try and soothe the reddening fire enveloping them.
"Ooooo, that wasn't so smart of us was it."  She said regretting the stinging
pain on her breasts.

"Oh jeez, this is the second time today for me."  Clyde confessed through
labored breaths and a facial expression that was painful for the others to look
at. 

"Here, kiss these to make them better and I'll kiss yours to make yours better."
She said kneeling across from Clyde's left side to his right shoulder on her
hands and knees allowing her tits to hang toward his face.  Clyde looked up at
the reddened tits in wonderment, displayed as they were for him to place a
healing touch upon them.

Clyde, embarrassed for his predicament, looked around at the legs and lower
bodies of the on looking girls. He couldn't see their expressions with Sally's
body blocking his view, but the sight of their sexy lower bodies was definitely
enough to get his balls churning despite the pain.  "Oooo that feels better
already."  Sally cooed, as he tongued and gently touched her breasts.  "Now I'll
kiss yours."

"No, don't."  Clyde protested reflexively, as she swung a leg over his body to
straddle him facing his groin.  He wasn't entirely trusting of her intentions
since she was the one responsible for the pain he was experiencing in the first
place.  "I mean, jeez, they hurt so much now, I don't think any touching would
do any good."

"Nonsense.  Look at you.  You're excited again already."  Sally said.

She was right.  The shifting legs around him, Sally's breasts hanging down over
him, her panty covered crotch poised just above his head, and the warm breath of
Sally's mouth nearing his jewels, caused him to salute the moment with a raging
hardon, despite the ache still left in his balls and lower abdomen.  Sally put
her face down on his genitals and rubbed it back and forth across them, very
gently at first.  "God, I don't know what it is about men's balls, I just love
the feel of them."  Sally uttered.   She licked them like a cat preening.  "My
guys, that bother to keep them clean shaven like yours, get the 'Sally
Treatment' you know."  She announced putting her lips on his scrotum, holding
his penis out of the way with her thumb and index finger, sucking a ball gently
toward her mouth, and humming a guttural hum.  Clyde's legs flopped about
reflexively from the unusual sensation she was creating.  She switched back and
forth with Clyde nervously trying to find some place to put his hands.  He
reached up and gently massaged her breasts again.  "Ummmm, that's nice."  She
cooed between sucking techniques.  Then she took a complete testicle into her
mouth and laved it with her warm tongue.  Clyde became so overwhelmed from the
dizzying sensation, that his whole body quivered like a fish out of water.
"Feeling any better?"  Sally asked as she planted nibble kisses on up the
underside of his cock.

Clyde crunched up from the attention she now gave his cock, and almost bumped
her crotch with his nose.  Now the area underneath that white cotton patch above
his head was becoming a focus of his attention.  He crunched up again and tried
to nuzzle his nose into her pussy.  "Oh, you nasty boy."  Sally said with mock
disdain.  Tina and Tara lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down and bunched
them under the back of his head.  Now Clyde was harnessed to her hairless pussy
and the distinctly feminine smell started him licking at her zone of pleasure. 

Now Sally's head began swimming out of control, and she needed to hug her face
down onto Clyde's body, sticking her rear up and back out toward him.  When he
was particularly successful with his tongue, she tried to pull away for a brief
second of relief, but only managed to pull his head in the panty sling along
with her.  She moved her legs apart, alternatively arched and hunched her back,
and moved her rear from side to side frantically trying to pull away from
Clyde's tongue, lips, and nose, only to accomplish giving his head a ride for
his money. "Go Sally, go Sally, go Sally, . . ." The others chanted as she
neared the goal of sexual release.   When she couldn't take it any more, she
came in a thrashing orgasm ending in collapsing her body flat down upon his.
Tina and Tara rushed to Clyde's aid, as the panty sling kept his head at such a
severe tilt forward that he was having trouble breathing. 

Clyde lay motionless for the moment thankful for the unencumbered breathing,
Sally's panties stretched across his forehead.  He was somewhat concerned for
the limp Sally resting on his body, arms and legs spread-eagle, the side of her
nose pushing down on his scrotum.  The pressure of the panties were starting to
cause a dull headache when he decided to respectfully swing Sally's legs off to
one side of his head and to try to slide out from under her.  Tina and Tara
grabbed her arms and talked her into putting in just enough effort to get up and
sit on the couch.  Once he stood up and the blood in his body started to
equalize itself, the headache went away and the ache in his groin and belly had
faded to a generalized discomfort that would make it a little difficult to walk
fully upright for awhile.

Clyde started to walk away when Jessica said,  " Got any more where that came
from?" as she reached her thumbs under her skirt and started to pull her panties
down.

"No please.  I'm sore and I really have to get caught up on some work.  Would
you be willing to take a rain check on that?"  Clyde said hoping he wouldn't
offend them.

"Be that way then."  She said feigning annoyance.

When Clyde was back in his room, he thought,  "Damn, how could I be so stupid as
to agree to that contest.  Man, you guys are angry at me aren't you?"  He said
mentally to his nutsack, cupping and massaging his balls to make them feel
better.  The memory of the moment gave him cause to slowly stroke his stiffening
pole as well.  He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to better remember the
hairless pussy whipping his head around frantically due to the tongue lashing he
had given it.  "Boy, it sure would be nice to cum,"  he thought, "and relieve
some of this pressure in my nuts."

Then he opened his eyes to an "Ahum," and a courtesy cough coming simultaneously
from his doorway.  There stood Marie and Carol looking at him masturbating.
Marie looked worried as Carol announced, "We'll overlook it this time.  It's
time to go upstairs.  If you want to eat our food, you have to help prepare it.
Com'on, they're expecting you in the kitchen."

"Damn," Clyde thought as he headed upstairs to the kitchen, "Someone is at my
door every time I touch myself there."

Clyde helped with the food prep as directed.  Then he was asked to go to the
study to remind the group in there that dinner was served.  He knocked on the
closed door.  When it slid open, it did so just enough for Wendy's head to slide
through.  "What is it?"  She asked

"Ah, dinner Ma'am.  They want me to tell you that it is time to come for
dinner."  Clyde announced.

Wendy thanked him then backed out of the door giving Clyde just the briefest
glimpse of a group of the members sitting around the tables working on some sort
of leather projects.

Clyde slept a restless night fretting on how nice it would be to come just this
one time and relieve the pressure in his balls.  He thought about taking matters
into his own hands many times, but had the sense that it would be his last in
the house if he violated their rules, so he ended up suffering the indignity of
his reddened blue balls all night.

In the morning he showered.  Every member of the house that used the bathroom
paraded past him as he showered.  Instead of a peaceful relaxing experience for
Clyde it was a challenge to maintain even the semblance of modesty.  No matter
which way he turned, and especially when they caught him washing his butt crack
or groin, he had to listen to passing remarks about his nice butt, nice
equipment, "getting a little spare tire there?", and so on.  When he turned the
water off, the room had an eerie quiet about it, all except one shower running
further down the room.  Clyde stepped out holding his towel across his front and
looked to the end of the room.  Nobody was in sight.  All he could see was a
little steam coming from one of the showers down the way.

"Could I get a little help here."  He heard coming from the stall.  He turned to
leave.  "I know you're out there.  Com'on, someone please, my backside?"  Clyde
looked and waited for a second, but no one responded to the call.  "Com'on, you
guys, don't be that way.  I always help you with yours. . . . A little help
please?"  Clyde looked around as he approached the stall wanting to help, but
thinking the better of it.  He cleared his throat to announce his presence.  She
reached back and slid the curtain aside.  In the shower was a somewhat chunky
coed, her face directly in the stream of the showerhead rinsing her hair toward
the back of her head with her hands exposing the sides of her ample breasts.
"Thank you," she said in advance,  "can you do the honors?"  Clyde took the
razor and lotion that she passed back over her shoulder to him.  She bent
forward, put her hands on her knees and stuck out her rear towards him.  It
became clear to him that he was to grease her up and scrape off the small hairs
of her rear crack, so he put a little lotion on his fingers and worked it around
her rear cleft.  When he poised himself for shaving her, the lotion bottle
slipped from his hand and dropped with a clunk,.  She straightened her legs to
reach between them for it.  She looked up at the ball sac and semi turgid pole
between the legs of her anonymous helper, quickly stood up, and she let out a
scream as if she were staring at Norman Bates.  Clyde put out his hands to try
to calm her down, but merely managed to give her a slippery grouping on the tops
of her breasts.  "Ahaaaaaaa!"  She screamed first with her hands up shaking by
the sides of her head, then covering as much as she could of her large breasts
and hairless mound.  "You pervert!  Ahaaaaaaa!"

Several sisters came running in, but instead of running to her assistance, they
were doubled over laughing hysterically.  It was clear to Clyde, that he and his
victim had been set up.  He wrapped his towel around himself, picked up his
clothes, and made a hasty exit down the stairs, through the hall and basement
stairs to his room to catch his breath and collect himself.

The whole scene made him excited, on top of his already sexually tense groin and
firm and achy balls.  He sat on the edge of his mattress with knees wide apart
looking at his hardon and tight swollen scrotum.  "Damn, what I would give for
relief right now."  He thought putting a hand on his genitals, hefting them,
giving them a jiggle, and cheating a couple of hopeful caresses. 

Then Marie appeared in his doorway.  "You're wanted upstairs.  Get your things
on and go to the study."  She said.

Clyde went to the study worried that it was all over for him.  Not only would he
be out on the streets, but he would miss being in amongst this house full of
beauties, despite the humiliations, embarrassments, and indignities he was being
forced to endure.  As he entered the partially opened doors, he saw Stella
waiting for him.  She looked up, saw him, and looked over his shoulder and in
almost a panic aimed a remote control device toward the wall.  Clyde turned and
saw a TV screen blink off and a wall panel slide to conceal the set.  On the
floor below along the wall were several boxes filled with leather scraps.  He
looked back at Stella who appeared to be blushing.

"Come in Clydesdale."  She said.  "I hear you had a little trouble in the
showers."

"Uh, um, ah, I . . ."  Clyde started to explain.

"That's okay.  I understand it was an innocent mistake.  However, it should
never happen again, because you should never, go down the room to the other
showers ever again, is that clear?" 

"Yes Ma'am.  I promise."

"Good.  Now it brings up another point.  Turn around please and touch your toes.
Now pull your butt cheeks apart.  That's it.  I see.  You've been shaving
everywhere except there."

"Well I . . ."  Clyde started to explain.

"No need to explain.  I know it is tough to do it yourself there, but as a guest
in the Beta Delta Pi house, you have to meet the hairless code like anybody
else."  She explained.  Clyde let some recent memories and suspicions integrate
in a brief moment of attention lapse.  "You are going to have to find someone to
do it for you."  She continued, snapping his attention back to the here and now.

"But . . ."

"That is for you to arrange.  Consider this probation.  If I find hair there
again, it means immediate ouster, is that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am.  But, who . . .?"

"Ask around, I'm sure there are many who would oblige."  She said

Clyde asked around for Marie.  Nobody volunteered her room number and he kept
looking until she tapped him on his shoulder from behind.  He turned around.
"There you are.  I, uh, I have a favor to ask of you."  He said shyly.

"Yes, what is it?"  She responded curious.

"I, ah, um, . . . I need someone to shave my butt for me."  He finally got out.

"Marie laughed through her nose as she covered her mouth.  "I'm sorry,"  she
tried to stop the laughing and put her other hand on his shoulder, "it's not my
thing.  You're gonna have to find someone else."

"Um, can you think of someone I could ask, . . . like the one who did it at my
initiation?"

"Ummm, that would be Stacie.  Room 4-D."

"Thank you Miss Marie, I knew I could count on you."  He said, and headed away,
not seeing the snickering smile she had for him behind his back. 

Clyde knocked on 4-D.  "Who is it?"

"It's Sam, I mean Clyde Dale Ma'am."

"Okay, just a minute. . . . What is it that you want?"  She asked.

"I've come to ask a favor, if I could."  Clyde responded.

Stacie opened the door and greeted him in a full length flowing gown,
multi-colored with oversized sleeves that hung down and hid her hands when they
rested at her sides.  It had a scooped neck and buttons down the front that
ended at her bellybutton.  He noticed, when she motioned for him to come in,
that it was slit up the front and the back to the height of a typical short
mini-skirt as ample leg was revealed when she turned.  "You can sit here."  She
said dramatically, patting a chair with exaggerated flowing motions. "Now what
can I do for you?"

Clyde noticed she must not be wearing a bra, because as she glided into a chair
by him, the wispy material pulled more tightly against her chest and revealed
the distinct outline of her firm breasts and hardening nipples.  "I ah, I was
wondering if you might help me with some shaving like you did at my initiation."

Her face brightened into a smile of anticipation.  "I could do that.  I would be
happy to take care of that for you.  In fact, why don't you put me in charge of
that for you?"

"Uh, okay, sure."

"Well then, it's settled.  We'll work out a schedule.  Now, why don't you take
off that old skirt and sit on the edge of the bed here."  She said indicating
the spot.  Clyde did as instructed, rather tentatively though.  "Now lie back
and pull your legs back and out . . .  sure, like that only wider. . . .  Can
you hold them that way for awhile?"

"Ah, it is kind of a struggle, how about on hands and knees?"  He offered.

"Well, just hold them there until I touch up those balls for you.  They are
looking a little bristly."  She said taking his scrotum in her thumb and fingers
and feeling along the skin.  Clyde tensed.  Her manipulations felt good, but
just the slightest change in pressure, and he would be headed back in the
direction of agony.  "I think I'll use oil instead of foam.  That way you wont
feel as irritated."  She poured some oil in her hands and started to massage it
over his balls.  Clyde's upper body shuddered to limpness and he lost the hold
of his legs.  Stacie wiped her hands off and went to a drawer and retrieved some
hose which she used to tie his ankles back over his head to the bedposts on the
opposite side.  "There, that will be easier for you to hold still."  Stacie
revisited the oiling of his balls to make sure the hairs would shave off easily
and hid a smirk as the manipulations caused Clyde to let out a reflexive groan.

Clyde was less oblivious and more attentive when she was pulling the skin of his
scrotum tight to shave him.  His hands were white knuckled and grabbing the
bedspread at his sides to steady himself as she glided the razor along his
sensitive skin.  When she finished, she wiped them off with a couple of tissues.
"Ooooaf."  Clyde declared, when it was rougher than he could tolerate.

"My these are sensitive today, aren't they."  She declared.

"Yessss."  Clyde hissed.

"Okay then,"  Stacie said as she untied his ankles.  "let's get you up on those
knees."  She said giving his butt a playful swat before his legs were down.

Clyde climbed on the bed on his elbows and knees, burying his head inside his
hands, bunkering in for the procedure.  "Spread'em wider and sway your back some
more."  Stacie instructed.  Clyde stuck his rear back and out as wide as he
could.  The vulnerable position made him anxious and sexually aroused all at the
same time.  His cock stiffened up against his belly pushing down and his balls
churned in their pouch, happy for their new freedom and stint in the cooling
fresh air.  Stacie cupped her hand on his scrotum.  Clyde bobbed his head up
surprised.  "Couldn't help it,"  she spontaneously began to explain, "they look
so inviting, so delicious, so ripe just hanging there.  Hummmh!  Okay back to
work."  She covered the bottom of his crack to catch it with one hand while she
poured oil down it with her other.  She caught the oil and worked it up back
around his anal crack curiously paying special attention to his anal sphincter.

Clyde rose up again, "Whoa."  He said jerking his butt away from her intruding
finger. 

"Like that do you?"  She asked amused.  "Okay, off with the hairs."  And she
expertly scraped all of the hairs from his butt, anal crack, and then touched
up, without the need for oil, a couple of spots on his back.  Clyde finally
stood for inspection, balls tight, and cock twitching, before her as she sat on
the edge of the bed.  She glided her fingers over his hard pole and sac admiring
her work and their turgidity.  Clyde moved his pelvis instinctively to increase
her movements, but she interrupted him, "Okay, let me see my work in back."
Clyde turned around,  "Okay, now touch your toes."  Stacie rested the fingertips
of her left hand on the bottom side of his balls while she traced her other
fingers along the areas she had just shaved.  Clyde was now delirious with
sexual tension and would have humped her leg like a dog if she would let him.
Stacy could see that he was holding back a great deal of energy.  "Does my
Clydesdale need some release?"  She said maternally as she walked around him
grazing her hand up and down the underside of his cock and balls.  "I know just
the thing to do, but you have to promise me something."

"Yes, anything."  He hissed.

""You have to let me decorate your balls from time to time, as often and for as
long as I like."  Clyde looked up at her quizzically.  "Otherwise, you can find
yourself another shave maiden to take care of you, okay?"

"Okay." Clyde responded nearly shaking from frustration.

"Okay then, up on the bed, . . . no, on hands and knees again."  Clyde looked at
her puzzled.  "I know just the thing for you right now, but you are just going
to have to trust me."  Clyde blushed with nonspecific unreasonable thoughts of
the horrible things that she might do to him.  "Put your head down on the spread
like before."  She said resting her left hand on his left buttock.  "You may not
like this at first, but you will by the time I am through."

"What are you going to do to me?"  Clyde asked concerned.

"Oh, just a little trick I learned.  Trust me, it'll be okay, I'm gonna be a
nurse practitioner one day.  I study these things.  Just relax and enjoy."  She
said, then she placed her index finger at his sphincter.  He tensed and fought
it, so she massaged the rim until he relaxed enough to let it in.  She left it
there to allow him to acclimate to it.

"Are you sure you kno . . .?"

"Trust me Clyde.  I haven't hurt you yet have I?"  she said starting to move her
finger in and out slowly.  When he started to hum, she picked up the pace and
worked it in all the way.  Now his hum became moans, as she worked it in and out
for the full length of her finger, her knuckles teasing the rubbery ring.  Then
suddenly she stopped and started exploring in his rectum, causing him to tense
in caution like a squirrel ready for anything.  When she found his prostrate, he
began to come unglued and relaxed every muscle in his body, except those trying
to push his rear against her incredible finger.  She massaged it until he was
groaning and exclaiming, "Oh my god, what are you doing?"  He started to feel
dizzy and felt as if he were falling through the mattress, butt still in the
air.  Then he rose up on hands and knees, arching his back, with an expression
of shock and wonder as he could not control himself anymore and shot ropes of
cum toward his nostrils, causing him to shake his head to lose the gooey
substance from his breathing passages.

"Oh my god.  What have you done. Jeez, how did you know that would happen?"  He
said, scrunching his nose and then wiping it on his arm.  "Holy shit, Miss
Stacie, that was fantastic.  Phew!"

"I thought you'd like that.  Now let me see,"  she was saying looking around her
decorative room, "this will do for now."  She said taking a red ribbon from her
dresser.  "Stand up over here."  She was referring to in front of her, as she
sat on the edge of the bed.  "Let me put this on like this."  she was tying the
ribbon under his loose balls and around his limp cock to gather them into a neat
package.  "There you go all neat and trim and ready for the world.  Now, go out
there and make me proud."  She said handing him his skirt.

Clyde was so relaxed from the awesome and total release, she could have done
just about anything down there and he wouldn't have cared.  "Gosh Stacie, how
can I ever thank you?"  He said stepping into his clothes.

"Oh, . . . we'll think of ways."  She said ushering him to the door.