Candles...definitely not a Christmas story

Editorial note: Since I posted this story five hours ago it's been bothering me. When I was young, this semeed like a very funny story. Now, given all the changes in the world and our culture, this seems very sad. Funny how your perspective can change in a lifetime.

It’s been almost fifty years, so this one was hard to find in my head, but it was so strange that I called it up from the depths.

One of my friends learned about an art material, Moulage, which is a rubber mould making substance. My understanding was it was used to duplicate antique pieces. You could, for sure, model it on human skin and make exact faces etc. You melted it in a double boiler and it was reusable, so after the initial cost it had a infinite life span. It is still available.

In the time of macramé, candles incense etc., he figured out this scheme. He would be an artist (not) and he was an artistic candle maker. He did candles of women, of their body parts. They would (yes, they did) undress and let him manipulate them into the perfect candle (wax is also reusable). He did breasts, neck and breasts and vaginal areas of these young ladies (he was young himself so it’s a bit less creepy). This was part of the grand scheme, that once undressed and manipulated, they continued the evening with him and stayed undressed and manipualted.

His entire cost outlay was reusable mould making materials and wax and he never even had to spring for dinner.

The only flaw was captured in a late night desperate phone call from him seeking help in removing (combing out) “too thinned wax” from a young lady's pubic hair.