It wasn't the shocking one-liner thatmade me despair. The lack of any follow-up or willingness to answerwhat has been wrong put a serious dent in my m...od. How can someoneexpect me to grow as a writer if no one points out my flaws?I might have quit writing if it hadn't been for one story. "A jar fullof Pixie" was a spur of the moment project. It was the first story Iwrote in one week and without switching to other stories in between. Tofinish something this fast felt elating. Not willing to risk. At my place the first drink lead to a few more and she was getting a little tipsy.. That made her very open, and all of a sudden she asked me how i felt about girl's who don't shave... I told her I had noticed that she wasn't shaved completely, to say the least. She smiled at me and told me it had been 4 years since she shaved "down there" as she liked to call it.. That thought made me even harder than I already was! I confessed to her that I am a big fan of hairy girls.. Ariel was convinced. The club was the usual dark wave with loud music pumping out of the darkness. A fog machine made the lights sparkle and dance. It was quite the transition from the cool quiet night air outside to the club full of half naked sweaty dancing freaks. I was home. Leaving my friends behind I went straight for the dance floor. I love to dance. I would dance all night long if I could. I'm a tease on the dance floor. I bump and grind with anyone, male or female, who looks my way. Nothing is more. ”Terry shooed them into the shower. When they returned, we sat and had another drink. We were talking about the machine and Terry's feelings as she rode it.Then Mary interrupted Terry in mid-sentence, “I want to ride it! I have to do it. Yes, I want to ride it… now.”Terry said, “Are you sure? Don't you think you should take it easy? you could do it in a couple of days.”“No, I have to do it while I’m still horny and want to try. So far, everything has felt fantastic and I want that to.