"Do you think Mrs. Powers intended for us to take before-and-after photosof Mr. Powers' Brazilian wax?" Cecile asked."I'm not sure. Will it be a very ...ramatic difference?" Not too much. He really doesn't have much body hair, even around hisbikini area." I'd better call Mrs. Powers to be sure. At any rate, I forgot to give youthe camera. I'll send it in just in case," said Deanna. Moments later,there was a knock at the door."Come in," said Cecile. It was a woman I hadn't seen before."Here's the. .. "HEY YOU GUYS! COME AND GET ME, YOU PICKLE HEADED SHIT FOR BRAINS!"I almost got run over by the crowd of pickles running to silence the non-pickled voice, and I was so stunned by this it took me a good ten seconds to realize they had totally forgotten about me."RUN FOR THE STAIRS, IDIOT!" the muffled amplified voice said over the roar of "Pickle! Pickle!" just as I had turned to do so.When I got to the stairs, I found not only the bottom clear of pickles, but the landings above also void of. We had one old television set with a converter box and could receive one commercial station and one public station over the air. They were rarely watched. The house sat at the edge of the wooded section looking out through a few trees over the fields of our land and that of our nearest neighbor. If no outside lights were on, it was difficult to see at night and nothing showed at all from the road. As best as we could be, we were hidden and would watch and hope.When I rose in the morning, I. The smooth, sensuous pressure seemed to ease the anguish in her body. His fingers took possession of her breast and she heard herself moan softly while arching her back to meet his touch. She felt loved and wanted and safe. This was Mike who cared for her, who was always there when she needed a friend, who she could count on to do what was best. And in the back of her mind, she began wondering if he would decide what was best included their making love. Releasing her throbbing nipple, he slowly.