" You don't have to, I guess ... but most women do. Yeah." Not my wife." She shaves her bikini line." Yeah, but she's not gonna shave more than that."...She has, surely." Not since I been with her." Shut-up. Never?" Nope. I've asked her to and she refuses. Said she did for a guy she was fucking during college and that it itched like crazy growing back. She said she swore she'd never do it again." So she's never shaved her pubes for you?" No. I've asked her to several times." I'm just ... Wow."I. " Let's not," she said, her teeth firmly closed."Why not?" I asked."Because you won't want to see it, that's why," she said angrily."Of course I want to see it," I argued."Oh yeah?" She put her hands on her hips. "Oh yeah? Well you asked for it, buster. This is what I got, and I got it just for you!"She untied the belt of the robe and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor in a heap behind her. The image of what she looked like is still burned into my brain, even after all the years that. Feeling her body pushed hard against the edge of the table, I forcefully bent her over using my unrelenting grasp on her hair to hold her face pressed firmly against the cool, smooth surface. She panted hard and struggled against me as I ripped her short black skirt off, revealing her thong and the soft, smooth cheeks of her ass. Relenting in her futile struggle, Paris feels my hands roaming over the most private areas of her body, pawing her wet pussy through the thin material of her thong. My. After making the change and familiarizing herself with the syntax of the commands, she figured she'd start off with a small test.[Subject's nails always look perfectly manicured], she typed. She braced herself, hit Enter, and was delighted to see that her usually chipped nails now looked as though they were fresh out of the salon! The program works! she thought gleefully, before sobering up at the implications of what she had just done. The program worked. She had changed reality. She now had.