Then late one night my phone rang and woke me up. It was one in the morning and apparently Tom was struggling to sleep.“Hello Tom.” I managed, bar...ly awake.“Hi Ben!” He whispered urgently. “I’m so sorry, it’s so late… did I wake you up?”“Yes you did but it’s alright. Its nice to hear your voice.”“I have to whisper. I’m in bed. I don’t want to wake anyone. I have to be careful.”“Its ok. What do you want to talk about?” I asked disingenuously, knowing full well what was engaging his. “We went through all four Silos and defined the eight ten-residence groups that will be supported by each of the Corridor Committees, and we defined the reference numbering system that will be used to identify each group of ten residences.“We worked with May to create two tutorials that will explain the committee structure, the residence identification number assignments, and the process of how ideas will be routed to the Summary Committee on Channel 150, which we are calling the Ark Government. I’m excited, and nervous. As the water begins to cool, I prop my heel on the edge of the tub. I lather the cool shaving gel over my leg and glide the razor up. My legs are slender and long on my short frame. I admire them, and believe they may be my best feature. I shave my other leg. I rinse them off and check to make sure I have not missed a spot, ankle to thigh. I scrub them with a sugar scrub until the skin is pink, soft, smooth. I smell like almonds, intoxicating like Amaretto. My pubic. All I can say is I love it. And Doug, well, he really loves it. And, um, maybe you'd love it a little too?" Doug blushed, but said nothing."You have no idea, but first..." I said as I kissed her and ground the base of the strap-on low against her mound. She moaned."Take your clothes off, Doug," I softly suggested."You're so beautiful Liz." I kissed her again, my hand lightly grazing her breast while Doug disrobed.I stroked her nipple, said, "Come join us Doug. Let's just let this happen. What.