I tend to have that effect on people, I can count the amount of people on one hand who actually understand what I’m talking about (most of the time)... including my best friend Shari…. and the mad old lady next door who has arguments with her shoes, but I don’t want to talk about that. Still don’t know what I’m talking about? Heres the start of the story…. I was skiving P.E last Thursday with Shari (it was last period and too hot to do ANYTHING, let alone run about in a manky PE kit in front of. I heard the servants whispering in the corners of the hallways and got the impression that they were pretty much on the side of the demonstrators. That seemed even stranger to me because their livelihood was dependent on the operations of traditional country life that included such events which were so much a mirror of the valued past. I guess when you got right down to it; there was some sort of underlying struggle between masters and servants that was far more confrontational than the. Katelyn toweled herself dry while she waited for her lover's return. She was feeling so happy and satisfied; and yet, there was something that was disturbing her equilibrium, and she couldn't quite wrap her mind around it. She was distracted from her thoughts; however, when Hayley entered the bathroom with a can of lady's shaving gel, a package of razors and a small, electric shaver."I've been thinking about this, Katelyn," she said. "Would you let me shave your pussy? I know you trim it real. Dupont and Boulanger for dinner and a movie at five. Allison, can you throw something together to tantalize the ladies?" I won't try French, but I'll get with Athena and Selena and do Greek. We can excel there and not compete with our guests." Yvette probably eats French style everyday. Greek or Mediterranean will be a change." Mary said."Ari and Mama Maria taught me and big sis well. We'll do the Asylum proud."Pete accompanied the Pixies through a hurried shower, sending them down the ladder.