..I hate shaving." She added before she began rinsing out the conditioner.I let her finish and rinsed off myself before asking her if I could shave fo... her."Would you like it better if I did it?" I felt beside myself as I asked...my voice even sounded different. My heart fluttered as I awaited her response."Yes, I think I would." She responded as a matter of factly. "Here, start with my arm-pits." She handed me her razor as she said this and began to apply shaving cream to her underarms. I. Another week passed with no work, and Ala looked forward to kicking back Friday night with her husband George and their friend Tarek who being Egyptian didn’t drink, so would happily spend the night in with his new friends and do simple stuff like watch TV and play board games. Tarek worked in the finance industry and was helping George restructure the home loan lest they should lose the house, and although they hadn’t known him for more than a couple of months Tarek had provided them with. "Um, please come in, Sir," I said quickly. "Thank you, Dominique. I will." I'm alone with a different dominant. What a strange feeling. In an instant I was completely off balance. I could feel how wet I was and had the bizarre thought that Paul knew I'd been masturbating. Of course, that made me blush even more, even though it was preposterous. It didn't help that he was ruggedly handsome. He walked straight into the sunken lounge room and flopped on the leather sofa. I stopped at the top of. .. wash and return.'How long has it been down?' he wondered.The bottom had the normal growth that all wood hulls had, but the sides that he could see were clean. There was a very slight trickle of bubbles coming up as the hull rocked.He thought, 'if that's only down about 30 feet, I could tie a cable to the bow cleat and use the diesel to pull it closer to shore.'Fetching a mask, he rummaged around in the forward anchor locker, found the spare rode and tied it off to a large stern crank.