Time slipped away and it was noon before I knew it. My phone chirped in, it was a message from Betty, “I hope you have enjoyed your morning. Uhm, ...ould you bring me my gift back to me? I promise to bring them back to you tonight. I have an appointment this afternoon that I couldn't get out of and I don’t want any... wardrobe malfunctions.”I texted her back letting her know that I will of course bring them to her. Just where did she want me to bring them to. She texted back an address that I. “Maybe. But the council has rules against that, especially because puberty can make things worse,” he explains.“Are you one of them?” she asks, and when he shakes his head. “Then how do you know so much?”“Well,” he begins with a smile. “When you are part of a world like this and married to someone belonging to that world, it’s best to make it a priority to learn everything about it that you can. Your mother offered me to join that world completely, but I chose not to.”“Why?” The question is. .. um ... organ?”“Organ? You’ve got to be kidding me,” sighed Mindy. “His penis ... dick ... tool ... cock ... his prick, Jennifer! Was it hard?”Had Jennifer been a few years older, she might have realized that was a very strange question for her mother to ask, under the circumstances. But she wasn’t. And she was used to answering the questions adults put to her.“Not later,” she said. “When I helped put his clothes on.”“Not later,” mused Mindy. “So before?”Again, Jennifer didn’t think this was. She laughed and said before you kiss me you need to shave my pubes and underarms.She brought the shaving kit and lifted her sari and slept on the sofa with a petticoat under and asked me to do it slowly and cleanly. I started to foam the pubic area. She was biting her lips. I shaved it slowly and wiped with her petticoat. She removed her blouse and asked me to clean shave her armpits. I shaved them carefully. She whispered in my ears that she is going to tell her husband that she shaved for him.