Ich bin stinkesauer, dass er meine K?rperbehaarungentfernt hat. Und die Augenbrauen sind noch viel schlimmer. Wer wei? waser noch vorhat."Sandra schau...e entsetzt die d?nnen B?gen an, die jetzt meine Augenbrauenwaren. "Du meinst, das ist permanent?" Ich f?rchte ja. Wie schlimm es ist wird sich erst zeigen wenn ichwieder zuhause bin und das ganze feminine Drumherum weg ist. Kann ichhier mangels m?nnlicher Kleidung nicht ausprobieren, und auch die Haarebekomme ich nicht ab. Gott sei Dank, denn ich. He doesn't think of me like you think. He respects me, and listens to what I have to say." You went to Yale! You are such a smart girl. How can you be so pussy stupid?" MOOOOM!" My own girl, a pussy stupid twit!" Don't call me that, I can't stand it when you call me that." Us feminists hated girls like you. Girls who had all the mental talents to show the men off, but thought with their cunts instead. I can't believe my little girl, after all I showed her in life, is just another pussy stupid!". Over the next three weeks, they had dinner together every night. They toured the local museum and attended a concert. Twice she had cooked for him and they had spent an evening talking, mostly Emily sharing her pain and Martin listening and consoling. Despite everything, Emily found herself beginning to have feelings for this mysterious man. Twice she had thought he would kiss her, but each time he had been the complete gentlemen simply wishing her good night.Then tonight she had again prepared. Not fat and flabby, but not hard and muscular either. I was not particularly good looking either. I didn’t fit in anywhere. Can’t say I ever had a girlfriend and never had a date until senior prom. Marsha Blanchard fell into the same social category that I did. She was overweight and flabby. She had acne and suffered from a severe shortage of grooming skills. Her wardrobe consisted of hand-me-downs and Walmart specials. When I asked her to go with me to the prom she was thrilled. She had pretty.