“We can’t,” I said.“Yes, we can,” she whispered.“No,” I replied.“I’m saving your fucking marriage,” she shot back, “so shut up.�...�She pressed her lips back to mine and thrust her wicked tongue deep into my mouth. I wanted to stop her, but I couldn’t.Cynthia worked her way down my body with kisses, even as I protested, albeit not too strongly. When she finally reached my boner, she took me in her mouth and did unspeakable things, that not even Margaret would do.Cynthia slipped out of from under. She also explained to me how much more she likes smooth skin on a guy. No sooner had I said ok than the esthetician came in and introduced herself, showing me to a different room. Once there, she explained the process and what was going to be done. When she said complete hair removal I asked what she meant by that. She told me that Trista had set up a complete hair removal from the neck down."Shaven legs?" I thought to myself. I wasn't too sure about this.The esthetician sensed my skepticism. ’ She kissed her gently. ‘You’re beautiful.’ Branwen moaned into her mouth. Breaking the kiss Vala sat up. ‘But now you have a job to do.’ Branwen shuddered and suppressed another moan, ‘Yes Mistress.’ * * * Darkness filled the sky outside the small window of the sitting room when a soft knock sounded at the door. Vala was seated at her desk making several notes of items that were yet to be done for the banquet. Thankfully she thought, the list was now quite short. Branwen pulled the door. It's a long way from dusk. I don't like the night. It scares me. Me, thelast man on earth. Afraid of the dark. But this apocalypse is nothinglike I am Legend. My fate pales into significance against The Omega Mans.I wish the world were populated by blood sucking vampires or pasty facedzombies, something I could take a shotgun to in cathartic blood lust andrage. Something spine tingling to get the adrenaline going, to save mefrom this terrible boredom which a fate almost as bad as death. I've.