Somehow, I managed to hide my feelings and smile at bhabhi and ask her to get into the car.While putting the seat belt on, I think she noticed my hard...on over and all the way from her home to the parlour, she kind of had this naughty and mysterious smile which I was not able to understand. Otherwise, she talked as usual. I complimented her saying, “Bhabhi, beauty parlor jaa rahi ho ki beauty parlour se wapis aa rahi ho?”, to which she laughed and said, “Wo tum hi decide karna, thodi der. Reaching behind herself, she feels for a razor. Not able to find one , she turns to look at the shelf, finding it hidden behind the shaving cream. She applies a small amount to her intimate hair, and goes to work. By the time she's done, she has just a small strip of hair left, the same width as her clit, the hair only a couple of centimetres in length. Happy with her new appearance, she washes her hair, lathers up, and finishes washing. She towelled off in her room, then looked for the perfect. Today she had on a plaid halter top and a pair of tiny pink knit shorts that showed the bottom third of her butt cheeks and hugged every line and crease of her pussy.Paula was poking around by the chairs that Doug and I used the night before. The pillow and blanket were gone and I hoped Doug put them away before Paula got up. She looked into the cooler, then sniffed the ashtray I'd wiped clean. I watched as she circled their house to the trashcans, finding and counting the empty beer bottles.. “May I come in?” I didn’t move, didn’t respond; I just stared. She took matters into her own hands and slipped past me into my only barely not shabby digs.I pushed the door closed, well it was cold on this November 6th night. I turned to see that she’d taken a seat, uninvited, at my little table. “Got another one of those?” She was referencing my old fashioned glass still almost full of Rye.I still hadn’t said word one since speaking her name upon opening my door. I wheeled myself to the sink.