“We cannot have my next guest wandering in here with you all dishevelled and displaying poor hygiene, now can we?” Before he could answer, Alanna...chimed in “we must wash and rinse his face Sophia. Get into the tub Peegirl and I mean right now!”Our hero, a little unsure of what was to come obeyed immediately, the reluctance he felt however, did show on his face. “Lay down” commanded Sophia, “on your back.”As the Peeboy lay down, Sophia exclaimed, “ooh, I can’t hold it any longer” and she. She was wearing brown crewneck sleek top and beige stretch pants. Her hair spread softly and smoothly over her shoulder, reminding me of those shampoo commercials. She was around 5’6 and had slender legs which made her look like a Victoria’s Secret’s model in those pants. She surely knew how to dress herself. If she wasn’t such a bitch I would no doubt be attracted to her. She was glaring at me with an impatient look. ‘Can you be more punctual? Do you know our flight leaves at one?’ ‘Why. I wish I was her." Although she was always content in her relationship with Joe, there were always lagging doubts because many of the women who had wanted him were still close. Whether it was the ring, or the way the ring made her feel, or just female maturity, she no longer felt those doubts. She was proud, she was happy and she was in love.As she pounded up the steps of WSGG she heard the click of the lock as Deneigh let her in."Good morning Deneigh. Wow, I just had a brisk walk in the cold. She shaved his face for the last time, taking the beard and moustache off. She put the cream over his face. She took the razor and shaved his head bald. She dumped the rest of the cream over his head. After she was done, she rinsed and washed him down.He woke up from his stupor and started to fight. He realized he was cuffed and gagged. He looked in the tub and saw all his hair in the tub. He looked at Samantha with an angry look. Sam belted him in the stomach and told to him to be still.Sam.