They have a lot of work to do on you today."I knew it was coming, a visit to the salon I mean, but I simply couldn'tfigure why they needed six hours! ...or a haircut? That seemed a bit much,but, I did what I was told, and after a quick breakfast, we were on ourway. When we got there I was whisked to a back room told to undress, andwear a robe they gave me. I found out why when I laid on that table andthe girl started pouring hot wax on my legs! With the sound of wax beingripped off, she denuded. So far, the ‘experiment’ had gone well, but he knew it could go south in a heartbeat. He allowed himself to enjoy the kaleidoscope of humanity outside the windows, traffic on the distant bridges, helicopters flying over the river and the mosaic of windows on the other skyscrapers. After a time he became aware of distant voice, as though someone was singing. Was Miranda at the door? But no, the sound came from the boudoir. A last extended cry echoed, followed by silence. A gentle tapping at the. Granny was moaning heavily and was madly caressing my hair. Granny put her hands on my waist and slipped her hands underneath my t-shirt and ran her hands all over my naked body.She pulled up my shirt over my head and threw it aside. We both looked deep into each other’s eyes, and I could see a sliver of lust lingering in her eyeballs. Granny had a naughty smile on her lips and I lunged forward to suck on her juicy lips. Granny participated enthusiastically and our tongues wrestled with each. “Our turn,” Tara said with a grin as she took my hand and led me to our tent.Sunday Feb 26, 1843There was a light dusting of frost on the ground this morning, but nothing like yesterday morning. I was glad because I intended to hunt this morning.Yesterday afternoon, I spent an hour exploring the area around us to see if there were any roads or farms nearby, finding neither. The closest things to a road were game trails and what looked to be a popular game trail or possibly an old Indian trail.