She had not anticipated the larger groups of stag and hen parties, or that most of the people would be already drunk. What should have been flirtatio...s behavior bordered on aggressive. What should have been friendly banter was crude and unpleasant; she hated the term ‘dyke.’ When someone grabbed her breasts on the dance floor she knew they had to leave, but not before planting a stiletto heel firmly and heavily on the perpetrator's instep.As the pair sat in the relative peace of the hotel. I almost shed a tear, as Alex began gently shaving my thick bush—something I had never done. My pits had been growing since I was about 12. Alex squirmished a bit, at the now more intense raunchyness of my stink since last night. “Guess you get one thing today you wanted” I growled at him. “Ya, what's that”? “You get to wash my funk off”. Alex didn't say anything, and as I lowered my arms, and stepped back a bit, placing my hands on my hips, I just nod down to my pubes. Looking up at the. He was equally shocked when he saw me, leaned close to me and asked, “What in the hell are you doing here?”I smiled at him, made sure he noticed my head movement in the mirror of the bar and said, “That animal looking at my derriere tortured and raped my new housemate, Louise.”In typical police fashion he asked, “Don’t tell me - you’re here to kill him. He’s the one we are assigned to watch.”I smiled at him and agreeably said, “Very well, I won’t disclose that.”I got up from the bar, walked to. The only time he ever hurt someone else wasn't his fault-, the Sensei should have known to never take his eyes off of someone even when bowing. It was beautiful to behold, though, split second timing, the three stooges couldn't have done it better. I don't know who was more embarassed, the Sensei, or Steetch. Luckly I was the only witness, as we were in the Dojo's office. I almost missed it, too, because I was tending to an ailing plant in the corner. It was a bananna bush more brown than.