The time had come and Tadd told Connie, "Hon, I think I should move in with you, if you want."
"Want?! I was about to kidnap you!" she said. "What do we have to do to make that work?"
"Well, I want to keep Georgia as my legal address because I like my doctors and health plan. I've thought about it and mail is really the only issue. I've found a mailbox forwarding service. I'll change my address on everything and put a forward to that place. Every week they'll package up my mail and send it here, if that's okay."
"Of course it is, hon," she said.
"I hate doing it since most of my mail is junk, but I need to maintain a Georgia address to keep my insurance plan and docs," he explained. "I see my PCP every six months, having to go in a week before for blood work. I'll try to arrange my annual cardiologist and my six month dental appointments to align with the PCP ones, so I can drive down and spend a week or so and handle everything."
"That makes sense. Can I come down too if I'm available?" she asked.
"Of course you can, hon. But I plan to leave Tess here with you so we may have to forgo their crates when you bring them down," he said.
"Not a problem - Butch and I both love Tess. What else do we have to figure out?"
"Well, I want to see if there's a nearby Habitat chapter I can volunteer with. And I'll have to tell my trainer I'm ending my sessions with him, and the same with Habitat down there. I've already upgraded my gym membership to Black Card so I can visit any location any time so that's cool."
"Sounds like you thought it all through," Connie said. "As I knew you would, Mr. Analytic."
"I do want to try to find a good barber around here. I've always wanted my head shaved with a blade so it's as smooth as the movie stars like Vin Diesel and Dwayne Johnson. If I try to do it myself I know I'll butcher my head," he told her.
"Forget that, hon. Haven't you noticed how smooth my labia are?" she said.
"Of course I have. I assumed you shaved pretty much every day, or got waxed."
"Nope. Wait here," she said rushing into the bathroom. When she came back she handed him a small gun shaped device. "I do it myself, with this. It's a laser light permanent hair removal thingie. Somehow the pulsing high intensity light kills the hair follicle and root. We should use it two to three times a week for the first month then once or twice a week for two more months. After that we have to do a touch-up every two weeks or so, depending on how fast your hair grows, but once you get it, you're as bald as a baby's bottom."
"Interesting. Can we use it on me down there too?" he asked.
"The instructions say no, because that skin can be more sensitive than other places. But I tried it and it's fine so we'll just have to do a test patch and see if you get any pain or anything. I use it on my pits, legs, and pussy. Just have to use the safety dark glasses, so unless we can get another pair you'll have to keep your eyes closed when I do you."
"I have a pair of eclipse glasses. We'll have to check if they suffice," he told her.
"C'mon, let's start on your head," Connie ordered, motioning him to sit in a dining chair. "I'll have to wear the glasses so I can see so you need to keep your eyes shut the entire time. Don't dare open them until I tell you it's okay."
"Got it," Tadd said, shutting his eyes tight.
"This model has a cooling feature which makes it more effective and also counters the heating effect of the lights. You might feel a bit of warmth but that should be it. It has nine levels, I'll start at 1 and if you're okay with how it feels I can ramp it up. The higher we go the sooner it will work," Connie explained.
Tadd felt hardly anything when she started and told her so. Connie pushed the level up to three and he still felt nothing so she went to five. She finally put it on the maximum, nine, and Tadd was fine with it.
"It is a bit slow," Connie admitted, "it took me about fifteen minutes to do each leg when I started. But now the minimal amount of new growth I get only takes about five minutes to touch up. I'm guessing your head will take ten to fifteen minutes today."
When she finished Connie wet a washcloth with cold water and laid it over his head. "Thanks, hon, but that really isn't necessary. I pretty much don't feel a thing."
A few days later they took her SUV and his Mini and drove down to Tadd's cabin. Connie had three days free, it being the start of the week. Tadd planned to swap the Mini for his truck so he could move a couple of his guitars and some of the tools he'd need to handle some DIY projects Connie had asked him to take care of.
Monday he kept his appointment with his trainer and let him know he was moving and ending their sessions. He'd paid up through the next Monday but told his trainer to keep it. When he left he also handed the trainer an envelope, containing five hundred dollars, as a final tip.
Next he drove to the mailbox forwarding service and signed up, giving Connie's address as the one they should send his mail to. Later, at the cabin, he went online and requested a permanent change of address with the post office. They would forward his mail to the service until the companies mailing him modified their records to his new 'address'. After lunch, he spent more than an hour submitting changes of address to every company he could think of.
Tuesday, Connie helped Tadd load a tool chest into his truck, first emptying the drawers and removing them, then reinstalling them once the case was in the truck. Tadd gathered all the tools he thought he would need at her place and spent an hour putting them neatly into the drawers. When he finished he locked the drawers and used a ratchet strap to secure it to the truck bed wall.
Finally he added the larger tools including his compound miter saw, circular saw, drills, a six foot straight edge, clamps, router, sanders, compressor and nail and brad guns. Rain wasn't predicted for the next few days so he was hopeful he could make the two hour trip without incident when he headed to Connie's. To be on the safe side he tossed a tarp in the back seat of the truck.
