Those Georgetown places buy whole columns." I've withdrawn from school," Caroline said quietly as her father walked toward the back room. "He didn't l...ke it," she said, nodding toward her father. The girl stood squarely before him, barely a yard away; she could smell him and see the places his razor had missed below his chin."I'm sorry," Robert said turning his face aside because he felt the girl staring at his still-blackened eye, now an evil purplish-green."They wouldn't even talk to me," she. And, being engaged in shaving, he squinted to see her. He could be much more subtle when he was wearing his glasses. She posed for him, then went back to drying herself.“I’ll never convince you,” he said. “You look sexier doing that than trying to flaunt it. Ever seen Degas’s paintings? Dancers getting dressed?” She wasn’t sure that Degas had intended his paintings to be sexy.He put his glasses on before pulling on his underpants and jeans. He’d shower after she was gone. The apartment belonged. He pinned her face down in the deepening mud causing her to begin to drown. She frantically tried to push herself up so she could breath but she was too weak. Her strength fading quickly as she struggled for air. He lifted her face from the puddle and ripped open her yoga pants exposing her smooth virginal pussy to the cold air. She immediately regretted not wearing panties because she hated the lines they made under her yoga pants, not that it would have mattered. A caloused hand rubbed. We had had some serious discussions while I was buried between her legs and it was certainly a pleasurable way to learn a difficult lesson.She insisted on testing my acceptance that a woman owned her own body, not the possessive male of the moment. If she shared it, that was a gift to be treasured if it was with you, and if it was not then you should not take it automatically as a rejection or insult. I had discovered a number of times her pussy already wet and slick when I went there, with her.