“What the heck,” I thought to myself, “If I don’t like it, it’ll just grow back.”Megan retrieved a pair of scissors from the bag and began...to snip at my bush. She started on the edges of my hairy triangle and worked inward from either side. “This brings back memories,” she commented at one point. “I was a hair stylist in a previous life.” “Can you leave just a little?” I asked. “Like yours?”“Sure,” Megan said. “And you won’t be shaved down to the skin. You’ll have to do that yourself. But this. Then she slowly pulled it out and in doing so pulled her dress back more showing a glimpse of her beautiful bush.She handed me the joint and turned and walked to the stereo. When she had on her come fuck me pumps her walk was very sexy in that blue dress and seamed stockings. As I lit up the joint she turned on the music. Then she turned and danced for me very slow and seductive. After a couple minutes she walked over and say on my lap facing me. The top of that blue dress was sleeveless and. After a 40 minute drive we arrived at his house. He lived on a third floor apartment in a dingy looking building.“Thanks for the lift.” He said.“No problem,” I replied, “Anytime.”He stepped out of the car. “You wanna come up for a drink?”“No thanks, I’ve gotta get back home.”Maybe it was just my imagination but he seemed upset at this.“Come on, just for a bit.” He insisted. “We’ve had such a good day, let’s not end it on a bad note.”“Ok, when you put it like that I suppose I can do with a. “I can not understand why you needed to use my bathroom, couldn’t you hold it until you got home?” “I didn’t,” there was a short pause, “use your bathroom that is, for heavens sake, Cotton, I had to see the layout, I had to see your sofa. Don’t you see?” The last sentence was drawn out, almost pleading. “I’m not much of a housekeeper, I hope you didn’t see my unmade bed?” “Will, don’t you?” she said, ignoring my question. I checked my watch again. Mentally, I formed an excuse to the police,.