She fetched my comments out, read them and smiled in a kind of "stop being forward but thanks anyway" way. The drinking around the table carried on. (...hristine)On the third night, most of us gathered in the bar. I found myself sitting next to David. After a few drinks, we began to light-heartedly tease David for his more than over-enthusiastic roleplay technique. He seemed to take the teasing in good spirit.David bought up the subject of the comment sheets that we all completed on the first. It was an obvious ploy to split the group up, but it worked. Gwen sidled up to me and gently squeezed my hand. ‘Why don’t you take Maggie and your coffees into the garden and have a cigarette….. it will you give you both a chance to cool down a bit.’ I loaded a tray with the cafetiere, coffee glasses and a couple of balloons of cognac and took it out to the table by the swimming pool. Maggie was already waiting for me and had turned the pool light down low so that the area was bathed in a soft. I went out with some colleagues to Frank's. I ended up talking to Laksh Gupta, a physical anthropologist, about Dreenk's obsession about fieldwork."I don't know what you have against fieldwork, Mitch. I can't really teach my students about bones without showing what they look like in situ. And it gets me away from the routine of grading, reading other people's papers, and trying to figure out what to publish and what needs further work."And besides, it's always more fun to see where my bones. I'll use the razor on you now, then when we get home you can get a wax job, or electrolysis to keep it that way." Fair enough," I replied, then sat down on the towel he provided, and laid back to let him shave my pubes.I was amazed at how I looked afterwards. He'd shaped a thick matt of my blond pubic hair into a diamond above my clit, and shaved the rest of my mound, and slit totally bald down there."Better than a Playboy Bunny centerfold," he commented as we both stared at my reflection in.