’ ‘Mother, get everything ready. This looks pretty simple. I’ll have it done in no time,’ Maria answered as she looked at the cut. Emerson pro...ested, ‘I really don’t think stitches are necessary. Just give me a shirt and I’ll be going.’ With that he began to stand. Maria put her hand on his good shoulder and pushed him back to the seat. ‘Do I detect fear in your voice? Don’t you trust me?’ ‘It isn’t that. I just think we are making this worse than it is. I’ll heal up fine.’ ‘Good. As long as. I picked out and rejected several before I saw her. I grinned and nudged Susan. "Check her out." Susan looked at where I was pointing. A very pretty girl had climbed up on one of our larger speakers and was dancing to the music. She had attracted a crowd of male admirers as she moved sensuously up on the makeshift stage. "Mmmm, I wonder how old she is," Susan said. "I would say she got in here on a fake ID for certain." I nodded and called one of our security personnel over. "Once the song is. “Stay very still now, this blade is wide and sharp.” To her amazement, Emily watches helpless as the razor like head of the shears expertly trims her pubic hair, dropping the glittering blond curls to mix in with the white wool on the floor, to puzzle the wool inspectors later. Jim gently opens her thighs wider so that the blade can remove all the fuzz at the top of her legs. Emily can see the increasing excitement on Jim’s face, especially when she becomes more open just under his nose. Having. Was I the only one not being arrested? Oh the irony. For the first time in five years that I go home at what most people would consider a normal time, to get a little needed me-time, and I witness some scumbag guy breaking into my neighbor's house. Would that actually qualify as irony or would it just be happenstance? Whichever it was, I wasn't happy about it. Because it landed me here, sitting around waiting to ID the loser, yet another male.Why did the police need me to come identify the man.