My wife opened the bathroom door and told me to touch up my shaved public area. I'm kept clean shaven down there per my wife's request. I had no idea ...hat she had in store for me but I made sure my legs and entire pubic area was nice a hairless. I walked into our bedroom to get dressed and was met by my wife. She was wearing her bright yellow bikini. It's her favorite because she had all the lining removed and when it's wet it's like a single coat if yellow paint over her five foot four one. I'd requested a month of two of peace and quiet to get established and settled in my new home, but already I could tell that they had projects for me already lined up. Consulting looked like it was going to be way more profitable than being a cubicle minion for another fourteen years until normal retirement!As for the ladies, a semi-legitimate tourist service loosely affiliated with the Company picked them up from the airport and kept them busy for the next week seeing the sights. I think they. That they had to take a bus to where they could get a taxi to take them uptown seemed unnecessarily stupid to Ruben, but he didn't think he could figure out the bus system well enough to get them there anytime in the same week. Maybe by August."Showtime," Joachin sighed, again in English. Ruben followed him out of the taxi, and onto the sidewalk under the tall red-brick building. The ride had been harrowing, the driver, if not quite reckless, choosing the shallower sections of crushed road. A few times that fall I would return to the room late at night. Some nights I was studying late in the library, and one night I was taking a late shower. I walked in our room. It was dark I thought Monica was asleep. I would hear her move her sheets rapidly just as I opened the door.After getting in bed I would start to fall asleep. Before I fell in a deep sleep, I’d hear Monica in her bed. She was fumbling in her sheets and breathing heavily. The first two nights this happened, I didn’t know.