”She got out of her chair and came over to mine. Unbidden, she plopped down in my lap and put her arms around my neck.“That doesn’t make it easi...r,” she said.I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to me while she cried. It was really a soft cry, not a heaving, sobbing cry. The tears flowed freely for several minutes, then Stephie wiped her eyes with a tissue she grabbed from the table next to the chair.“Yankee,” she said softly.Warning bells went off in my head. There could only be. .I asked her rub my penis..She asked you masturbate?I asked her what it is?She replied that you donno what it is..I will do for you..Now suck my boobs untill you satisfy…I sucked and kissed..After that I asked show your down part,she removed her panty and showing me… I saw a huge hair covering her pu**y.. I asked you wont shave your hair..She said no..Before when your uncle was there I used to shave daily,now your uncle is busy in his duty…I asked can you shave and show it for me…She agreed and. Most of the single men she knew would ask her out on a date, but she just hadn't had the time to do anything about it and she didn't have the inclination. She'd split up with her childhood sweetheart who she had married almost twenty years ago and from that point to this, almost two years, she'd immersed herself in the shitty little bridal wear job. In fact, not only had she not had a man in her life, but her ex-husband was the only man she'd ever slept with. Being a good Catholic girl, he. First she brushed the fringe back overthe top of my head and clipped it back, exposing my forehead whichneither of us liked, so she picked up scissors and brushed it forward,but before cutting "Remember dear, your mother knows best, so noarguing" and before I could argue, had cut into my fringe. My hair beingcurly meant it did not have sharp edges, which was just as well becausewhen she finished, I had a feathered fringe coming just below my brows.Then she tucked the sides behind my ears."I.