Out of Bill's Control

Not really.  But I handed over control.  Henry has visited the basement many times.  He travels a long distance.  Sort of across and ocean.  From a sunny balmy place.  He likes lots of hands on, often dresses up pretty.  But this time he arrived on a Friday afternoon.  John and  Steve and Tiger have already assembled.  So I tell Henry, get up on the table.  John get on this side.  Tiger get on that side.  And Steve he's decided that Henry likes his feet tortured.  We give Henry lots of attention.  Get him wiggling.