I got ready and started from my place. I was wearing a short skirt and a tank top. I entered the parlour and to my surprise, the lady there was so gor...eous that I had no words. She came close to me and asked in her soft voice, “May I help you?”.I said, “I need to wax my legs and hands; I want my eyebrows done as well”.She said, “Sure. Please wait for some time, I will prepare for waxing”.She called me after 5 minutes and asked me to sit on a comfortable seat.She: We will do the treading. Then she walked out. She forgot a towel.“What are you doing?....” she asked.“Um… smelling your panties.” I said.“Why? They fucking stink.” She replied, obviously disgusted.“I mean… I’m a dude. I like the smell of pussy” I said.“I understand you like the smell of pussy, but I just wore those to the gym and they’re gross.” She said, still grossed out.“I like the smell of your sweat. It turns me on. When we fuck really hard and you’re all sweaty and glistening, I think you smell amazing. There’s. That was my fault. My inaction caused a lot of problems, one of which was the unfortunate situation with the triplets at the end of the second age. You corrected that oversight of mine and I appreciate it. Anyway, your mother knew that you would be killed and sent you here, where you lived in relative anonymity until you unlocked your sword. The first step. I did not think that unlocking Black Rose would send you down the path toward the throne, but I miscalculated." Miscalculated?" Aaron asked. But not before a series of alternatingly angry and downright dirty fucking. It was these memories, in their long history, to which he most often turned for inspiration. He probably could — and should — just call Miriam. But he was too into it by now. He closed his eyes. It was a few months after the break up, at the beginning of the summer. He was home, watching his parent’s house while they vacationed. Basketball was on the TV, while he enjoyed some of his parent’s wine. His phone buzzed..