"Fetch my slippers!", barked Dad. Slumped in his easy chair, Dad was clad in only a blue terrycloth bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, his powerul, hairy chest wantonly on display, while the hem of the robe rode up his muscular, tanned, hairy thighs. His thick black moustache lent him a certain machismo, and the cigarette smoke surrounding him was intoxicating. What a sight to behold!