What was that? Waite hadn’t even heard her out, hadn’t bothered to listen to a word. She shook it off as much as she could and rubbed her chin. He...probably had teachers, especially new ones, wanting to quit all the time and had learned his own strategies in response. “Whatever,” she said. Maybe she would think it over, but not tomorrow or the next day, she would do it tonight. And with Mark. They’d talk about things over dinner and decide what would be best to do over dessert. They seemed to. I pulled the covers all the way off. I pulled at the drawstring holding on her shorts, and pulled them off. Doe tried to resist, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop me. For the second time that day, I was greeted with the sight on her completely hairless pussy."Why don't you have any pubic hair?" I asked. She didn't answer right away. I asked her again. She turned away from me."It's easier to wax it all. Guys like it because it makes me look younger, and because it's cleaner when. »Then take off your jumper! Let's take a shower!«, I suggest, but the only thought of that seems to frighten her. »Don't be so sheepish!«, I say, open my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. My hairy chest doesn't impress her much but as I pull the promised Fifty out of my pocket she straightens her back: »If you really want!«, she sniffs like a mouse. I'm the snake, and she sits in my trap, ready to be comsumed! With a big tug I pull the bloddy jumper over her head, shame about her dirty shirt. You’re going to have to explain!”I nodded and for the next thirty-five minutes, the three of us explained our relationship, the circumstances under which we met, the basic details of the estrangement, and the short version of our reconciliation. We were really just getting started when we ran out of time.“Sorry about that,” Doctor Green said. “I suspect the first few sessions are going to be just getting background information and probing into your areas of conflict. Your homework for next.