One, Two, Three, five more steps and it would be with me, Four, Five, Six, they slowed, Seven, I heard the rustle of keys, Eight. Light flooded the ro...m, my eyes burned from the sudden intrusion of it. I clamped my eyes shut, using my ears to judge where the figure was. I was good at this, I had been doing it for too long now, learning the pattern, hoping for the day I could escape. It seemed like weeks that I had been sat in this same chair. I slowly blinked my eyes open, staring around,. After taking a shower and washing her hair, she very carefully shaved her legs and underarms. Then using a magnifying mirror in conjunction with a full-length mirror on a door, she examined her crotch for even the smallest stray hair. A couple were found and ruthlessly plucked.She didn’t stop there. Using mirrors in combination, she carefully examined her small remaining pubic patch to be sure that its four edges were all straight and sharply defined. Finally satisfied, she spent the next. Secret from whom? Well, obviously from his pretty, intelligent, and loving wife Alana. They shared everything. They were soul mates as well as lovers. Since their marriage three years before, Brandon had never been happier. Their conversations, their disagreements, their shared arrangements for cooking, cleaning, gardening their small property, their very physical and uninhibited lovemaking—everything was good! But, as Brandon felt sure, each had some little place of secrets, innocuous secrets.. As I passed Emma, the receptionist at the front desk, I said “I’m not feeling well, Emma — if anyone wants me tell them I took the afternoon off, okay?”“I think Mr. Seproth was looking for you, Mister Howell...” she began.“Oh, well, I’m afraid I really have to go — it’s like a stomach virus thing, and I’m afraid I’m going to have diarrhea any second...”She looked as if that were Too Much Information, which was sort of what I’d hoped, as I trotted out to my car and started home. Based on what.