She letout one last piercing cry and then slumped forward, her body collapsing ontomy shoulder. I held her for a moment, my arms wrapped around her b...dy, holding her upright,feeling the soft tenderness of her body. My nose caught the warm fragranceof her skin, of cream and peaches, mixing with the musky scent of her sex.I held her close as she continued to shake, her entire body reacting to herordeal. I didn't want to speak, to break this spell that held us both. I felt awetness on my. .. I don’t think I know what you mean,” she said. I sighed. “Are you shaved?” I asked her. She began to stammer: “I ... uh ... I don’t ... I don’t think...” I nodded. “See,” I interrupted her, “we’ve got this weird little taboo thing about the female body where it needs to conform to a certain idea, and if it deviates from that, you’ll almost be outcast. Like, if you keep your armpits, or even your pussy unshaved, you’re somehow less accepted than the skankiest crack-whore. Consequently, only. When he divorces that wife of his, I will marry him and I will be on the arm of a powerful man." It sounded almost rehearsed.Bill silently thanked Marion. She was making this much easier. He was repulsed by her comments and the complete lack of shame at her actions. It was time to deliver a few of the facts of life.He took a white legal-size envelope out of his pocket and passed it to her. "Tomorrow, you will be served with the divorce papers. This envelope contains a proposed settlement that. ”“You mean chance.”“Chance is the mother of experience.”“I suppose.”“Now, in the second section, you mentioned…”April followed along as much as she could despite the pleasure running through her from Brenda’s tongue lightly teasing her knees and her hands finally making contact with the lower edge of her panties. The only way to avoid destroying her academic career, she realized, was to give in to Brenda’s desire and her own, and she simply hoped she could get rid of Baker before Brenda het her.