”Lindsey smiled, “So you have your assignment. Get started.”We arranged things as she ordered, by which time the last traces of light had faded ...way. We were trapped in a snowy prison, freezing death held at bay by metal and cloth, and I shivered from more than the cold. Lindsey looked at the thermometer she had pulled out earlier and taken with her when she went out. “It was something like −15 when I went out before, and it’s about 25 inside now, so let’s get started now.” She reached up and. ‘I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on?’ C’mon, I’ve heard all those witty lines!’ I shrugged, saying only, ‘Hi! My name’s Cale.’ I offered her my hand but she didn’t shake it. ‘Can we go now?’ she said. We arrived at her apartment in about ten minutes, and I carried both sacks of groceries as she opened the front door. A woman who also looked vaguely familiar got up from the sofa as we entered. She had shoulder length black hair and dark eyes, a trace of African-American in her.. My heart started beating fastas I worked, as a nest of discarded hair formed in the drain and my limbsstarted looking slim and sleek. After I was done I let the water run overmore for several minutes more, basking in how nice it felt against myskin, particularly the glory of the newly hairless parts, until pridegave way to a flood of horror and realization that I'd just shaved mylegs and underarms. With my girlfriend's razor, even. I felt cold andnauseous for a moment, but then I double-checked. On the way up the elevator we just exchanged the usual things “how are you? you had a busy day” and so on. I helped her take her shopping into her kitchen and we continued to gab. She just asked me If was settled in yet I said “yes, I was happy that I’ve now finished all my decorating!” we went on a bit more and she asked me “If I was going out tonight?” I said “no, I’m just going to chill with a couple of drinks tonight” she replied with “Same here, just going to be in on my own” I did give.