No indication of pubic hair on first glance.We had a great conversation, and I could see her as somewhat nervous. It was as though she had something t... say, but was uneasy. Finally, she asked "What did you mean by straightening out your swim trunks?" I was ready for the question, even though I wasn't convinced she'd paid much attention to my comment. "Oh, if you don't mind a bit of graphic detail, I normally - when alone in a hotel hot tub - exposed my genitals to the water. I find it. "I've been calling your cell phone for hours. I called the police, the hospitals, everywhere. I thought you'd been in an accident or murdered or something." I'm fine," Paige said, trying to stand without leaning on her irate hubby. "We just had a drink or two, what's the big deal?" A drink or two?" Dale asked through clenched teeth. "It's two fucking o'clock in the God Damn MORNING!!" Paige blinked rapidly as she tried to process the information she'd just received. "Just how big were those. “Jennifer just has her dad, he doesn’t know.”“He will now. Call them up, get them here.”Matt nodded and got his phone out. “Dad? Have you heard what happened? Yeah, we’re both at the base now. The general wants you, Mom, and Jennifer’s dad to come over. Yeah.” Jennifer motioned with her hand that she wanted the phone. “Oh, here’s Jennifer,” Matt said before handing it over.“Mr. Peterson, hi. Would you mind stopping by my house to pick up my dad? Don’t bother trying to explain anything, just. "Malissa, Corra, you're safe. Sheba," he stopped seeing the rapidlyhealing bullet graze on Sheba's shoulder. Then he spotted the bandage onmy arm. "Who is the asshole who shot my wife and my daughters bondmate?" he demanded."Donnie, it's already been dealt with," I said."Just how the hell has it been dealt with? I haven't ripped anyone'shead off yet." Donnie, the Gambichow's and Corra dealt with it," reasoned MistressGwendolyn."Malissa, must you always get shot?" asked Momma."Oww," I complained.