“Mum, do I have to?” Andrea asked nervously.“Yes, shave your fanny, and do a good job!” I told her. “But….” “But nothing, now use this...” I said, handing her my lady shave with a new blade. She took her knickers off, and began, as I watched. “You need to do the underside as well, and around your bum,” I instructed. It was hopeless, so I did it. I made sure I didn’t miss a single hair, either around her cunt, or around her little anus. “I’m not giving them one single reason to complain Andrea,. After breakfast and a few cartoons, the eight year old boy returned to the back yard. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a paper airplane, stuck nose-first in the bushes by the fence. His heart fell when he saw that it was the same one he had thrown an hour before. So, she had rejected his request to talk things over.But wait! Was that purple ink peeking out from under a fold? He had written his note in green. Quickly unfolding the paper, he read his own note:Dear Paula, I hate being broke. Raising her glass, she said, “To a collaboration.” We ate a salmon salad she had prepared and talked. We agreed I’d speak to my publisher and see where that got us. I was pretty confident she, Erin, my publisher, would go for it because, well, my books sold well. It seemed there were a lot of engineering nerds like me in the world. “I’ll call Erin now before I am too drunk.”Erin, a workaholic even on a Sunday, agreed, in principle, on the spot. She knew of Polly and she had heard of. He knew she didn’t have much of a life -- other than work and caring for her brother. She emailed him the name, and even better, a picture of the owner of the taser. This was something that he could act on -- not that he’d be putting an APB out on the guy. No, he had something better in mind.“How may I help you my son?” asked the good Father, drawing Harrison away from other people.Talk like that always made Harrison wince internally, but he rarely said anything about it. Father Bob, for all.