He was her boss. He was a powerful, dominating man, so not her type. She only dated gentle, easygoing men, because they frightened her less. The last ...ime she’d dated a man like Graham, powerful and sure of himself, she’d nearly been raped. It had made her very cautious with men. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he poured two flutes of champagne. He carried them over and handed her one. She took a gulp, knowing she didn’t need to drink any more, but needing to wet her suddenly. ‘See?’ I tried to smile. Rebekka led me by the hand into a building. First into a large lofty space, I guessed a hotel lobby, but I soon became disorientated as we turned left and right on carpeted surfaces before stopping somewhere with a hard floor. I didn’t have a clue. ‘You look fabulous, Julia, totally delicious.’ Rebekka complimented me in her normal voice, no longer whispering, and I took this as reassurance that finally we were alone. I reached behind my head to loosen the mask, but. It just made sense to me.After we cleaned all the hair out if the tub, Barbara massaged a verypleasantly scented moisturizing lotion into my freshly legs and pubicarea. She used her deodorant on both of us as it was designed not tosting after shaving your underarms. We both looked so hot with no pubichair, or for that matter, with no hair below our necks.As we were heading for the bedroom, Barbara picked up the white pantiesI'd worn earlier and the pink ones she'd had on. She tossed the. Her smile and manner were infectious and I found myself laughing my head off at some of her comments. The plumber came and went - and I stayed on chatting to her.Her life was simple - she lived alone and she worked at the local bakery as its manager. Relationships according to her just didn't work out - her work hours weren't conducive to dating or even living with a guy. She was far from being a virgin (her words) - she loved sex but lately had been doing without.I explained my working away.