I kick it open leaving a huge dent in it. It wasnt the only dent we had left in his door. But now wasnt the time to think about that, I was fuming. Ho... could he care so little after the night we had spent together? He clams to love me but the way he was so willing to chuck me away said otherwise. Sometimes we would go mouths without speaking he would get a new girl or I would get a new guy, but the other would come back we would end up sleeping together again and&hellip, you can guess the rest.. We both will win but I am to be the barber. Al and I both inspect and physically exam the area of concern – my lady's pussy – and form a plan of attack.In anticipation, my lady's pussy lips become swollen and her vagina opens slightly, her juices already flowing. The barber first trims all the long hair with the beard trimmer than using the wash cloth and soap, prepares my lady's pussy and all the surrounding area for the intended operation. The washing done, the barber drys the area and. “Good, it’ll be a blast.”“Do we need to practice a routine?” Ellie wondered but Becca laughed. “Fuck no, what they want is us to walk on stage, dance like we were in a club, kiss, grope each other, take each other’s clothes off and watch us fucking. You just need to follow my lead.”“In that case,” Ellie giggled, “I’m going to need another drink.”11 o’clock. Ellie stood at the stage door holding Becca’s hand. Her mouth was dry, and she was more nervous now than she had been earlier. She could. ..Here. Where was here? You look around. The sun is blazing overhead, and about fifty yards away you can see trees and dense vegetation. You know that you were nowhere near any major landmass when the storm hit, and you realize that you can only be on some little island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, possibly one that is completely uncharted. Your mind drags up memories of movies you've seen in which shipwreck victims build fires or lay out wreckage to try to gain the attention of passing.