"Come on into the living room," she said and grabbed his hand, pulling him behind her. She set the yearbook on the coffee table and went to her knees ...n the floor between the table and sofa. Mac sat on the sofa."Are you going to college?" Mac asked, trying to act calm as she opened the book in front of him. From his vantage point on the sofa, Mac had an unwanted view down the front of Tess's top. His eyes naturally went to the open jersey. God, he could practically see her nipples he thought as. I was ready for another great shock but, instead, I felt warmth spread up my arm and through my body. In my head a small voice was heard, “At long last...”When I looked up from the otherwise unremarkable sword in my hand, every person in the room, including King Harry, Princess Meghan and Princess Guinevere, were kneeling.Oh fuck.Maybe this is where I should stop and try and put this all in context. I can imagine that anyone reading my journal at this point is pretty damn confused, right?Okay,. The world freezes and I see them both there, Zoe, tall and thin, a gymnasts body with neat, curved breasts, a smooth flat stomach and cleanly shaved mound. Her hair, red like fire, and cut to the just past the shoulders is messy and distorted against the pillow while her eyes are squeezed shut, her face looking towards the ceiling so that I can see the slight amount of moisture around the nostrils of her round, rabbit-like nose and her lips glistening even as she bites the lower one showing an. " "Oh, believe me, Cathy, this is one carpet you don't want to munch. It gets a little ripe after a full day stuffed in pantyhose. I prefer to keep it shaved, but Mick doesn't let me." I was going to argue with her that a woman's natural flavors are not offensive, but I saw the opportunity presented. "If he won't let you shave it, then let me shave it. Imagine how much proof you'll have that you have changed when you can say, 'This cunt is mine and this is the way I want it to look, but I'm not.