I had noticed it with my legs when I shaved them a few daysearlier, but now, with no hair at all, the room was damned neararctic. Is that why women we...e cold all the time? Was it because theywere missing a layer of insulation?I washed my breasts before donning them anew, working the clearplastic band over my shoulder. As I pushed my arm through the gap, thestraps ripped, flopping my right boob down against my stomach. "Shit,"I said, my grin replaced by a disappointed frown.Frustrated at the. The dark brown roots seemed to have beeninfested with a number of long blond snakes. To any casual observer, Ihad a blond mop on my head, but the snakes (or were they tendrils?),were actually attacking my dark roots. As I created a cacophony of soundon my guitar, I could actually feel the tendrils entering my skull, andlike a reverse chia pet, the blonde tendrils actually pushed out my darkroots. I was bald, save for what looked like a very lively mop on myhead. I remember my sister having a. I called her that I have come here and she called me at her home next day in the afternoon. I went there…I rang the bell…she opened the door, she was looking so beautiful wearing yellow salwar kurta. She came running in my arms and started crying heavily. I hold her in my arms till she feels ok and stopped crying slowly, and then I asked her what happened, why are you looking so sad. She said I am not happy with my marriage and last two months she is with her parents only. I told her not to. I was both excited and a little self- conscious about being so explicit."Dakota, you can write it and not send it," my carnal side said pragmatically. "If it turns you on, go ahead and write it."Of course it did turn me on. So I went on to tell Mark about how I masturbated on the bed while thinking of him. And that I had lots of nasty little fantasies I would love to see in print."It's almost like a form of exhibitionism," I told him. "Letting people see my nastiest and most private imaginings,.