“The woman in the first shop seemed rather embarrassed, though I did enjoy flaunting my naked suntanned body.“In the second shop the assistant was...too young to consider, but I am sure I turned her on. She was quite taken by my all over suntan and the way you shave me.“The woman in the third shop turned out to be the owner. As soon as she saw me naked I knew I had made a connection. She couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and there was lots of touching as she tried clothes on me.“We had an instant. You didn't do that ... When you told the guy where you live... The Tracks?No ... he told you something about your place ... that part.The old machine shop?Yeah ... that part.The basement?Uh huh ... you left us hanging... What? About the basement?WHAT ABOUT THE BASEMENT!!!???!!! You are so dense.I don't know ... there's no door.NO DOOR?Can't find one.There's gotta be a door! C'mon, Man ... go look!I did.GO LOOK AGAIN!!!Readers! Can't live with 'em.Instead, I went to the phone and called Detroit. According to Fengar, the tunnel led inside the mountain they were staying at. As it so happened, the pitiable former inhabitants of Demirva Ridge were living all over the place. Back then, settlements could be found on any part inside and outside a mountain. Today, after the catastrophe of the ridge, other than the wraiths, only the excavated living areas left to indicate that once beasts and humans used to live here. Not even ashes remained.After getting the short explanation, Zax closed his. Her red curly hair already wild and unbrushed was now matted to the sides of her head. She reminded me of a modern medusa in whose powers I was now trapped. Her smile turned evil, as she understood that she now had me. She asked again if I was ready to shave and although I was weakening, I shook my head knowing I had to remain strong if I ever was to keep my manhood. That smile remained, nestled among the freckles on her face and her pale blue eyes glimmered. I should have understood she was.