" She brushed the long single strand of hair off her face. The only strand which survived her brutal daily shaving, and emerged from above her forehea... and curled around over her cheek and shoulder."You're right, lover!" laughed Zoot's mother. "It's just that I've looked forward to tasting Zoot's little clitty for so long. And now of course I can." She stood up, standing slightly taller than Zoot, her large artificially enhanced breasts on a line with Zoot's shoulder, a dress open at the front. “Yes. Thank you.”“Your drinks are on the house tonight,” said the bartender, as a slow country-western tune—who was it? Waylon Jennings?—wafted through the bar.The drinks certainly put her at ease. The guy sitting next to her, Ted his name, also made her feel comfortable.It turned out she was glad he stayed. She didn’t surrender to one of her savage students. She did not leave the bar in humiliation. She didn’t let Claude ruin her right to be there. And the music on the jukebox seemed to fit. I agreed quickly, then told her I had to go eat. I disconnected and got dressed, walking upstairs. I sat in my usual spot at the kitchen table. Mom sat on my right, and we chatted only a little as we ate. " You know your father and I don't like you smoking Pot in the house," she reminded me as I stood up. Back in my room, I grabbed some dirty clothes, and put them in the laundry room. I went back to my room, and closed the door. I rolled myself a smoke, and began to cut up a large bud to smoke.. As you cansee, the shower stall is rather small, which I assure you leads to somelovely intimate contact, which of course they (ahem) Love...We don't require that sissies be shaved all over, as many have what theyThink is a hard limit in this regard. However, hairy legs and bodiesdefinitely count against them in the judgings, so it's not all thatsurprising that many reconsider their position on this and opt for whatwe euphemistically call the 'cave and shave'. It's not at all unusual toobserve.