"You know I like shaving pussy." Oh that's mostly shaved," replied Brenda. "She doesn't shave her pits. Not a lot of hair there, but there's some. She...calls it a fashion statement." A what?" Allen had asked.Brenda went on to describe how she'd heard a couple of girls giving Tina a hard time about it. Tina had just laughed it off and said it was just hair, and hair was just a fashion statement. Other comments about how it was unhygienic were also laughed at as Tina had pointed out how absurd. Our intimate session is bought to an abrupt halt, when another customer makes her way to the ladies room. We slip out of the exit, located at the end of the hall. He pulls me by the hand to the back of the restaurant. When we reach the area where the air condition units/and heating systems are located, Uncle Maxwell lifts me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, and fall into his kiss. As we kiss, he leans me up against the nearest unit. “We can’t do this.” I mutter between. Marcos must have seen something in her eyes, for he took a small step back. “And I will take from him whatever I can, no matter how small the prize. Empty the city and flee south with me. We will sail to Ekistair and build a force there. When he comes - and he surely will - we will meet him and destroy him.” She didn’t know if that was even possible; Maloth was so powerful now she doubted he could be defeated - but she would accept any small leverage she could find against him, even this. She very clearly understood Nina's compulsive need for self-degradation... self-debasement. God, who could understand it better than she could? She had been involuntarily debased by the vile spectacle she had witnessed on the porch that afternoon, and for months afterward had continued to defile herself, plunging headlong into an apparently bottomless pit of lonely self-debauch. She picked up her own glass and slowly drained it. She felt completely sober. The fright she had experienced seemed.