Now every time you exhale drop that number by one. Keep thinking about your breathing and the number on your forehead."He stayed quiet for quite some ...ime after that. I did as he said and it was all I could do to think about the various aspects of my breathing and keep track of the number I was envisioning on my forehead. Despite my best efforts, stray thoughts began to creep in as my concentration waned. Alek noticed my frustration."Go easy on yourself." There was a trace of amusement in his. "I'm going to save those," he said, with a bashful grin."Can I have some for my scrapbook?" I asked, touched that he'd thought of that.Snip. He added another clutch of hairs beside the first. "Sure. Those are for you."I loved the feel as he slowly clipped my pussy hair as short as he could, careful not to pinch me in the scissors, letting the rest of the clippings drop into the wastebasket.It only took a few minutes for him to give me a real short cut down there, since I didn't have very much. “But why Columbia? When I heard that I thought this is a girl on her way to the Ivy League. She must have dreams, an agenda. We would soon hear about her doing things that change the world.”She smiled at him indulgently.“Some mind reader you are,” she said. “Mostly I wanted a year in New York City and an excuse to be around the stage for a while.”“You must have had great grades and test scores to get admitted.”“I did okay. I always had good grades because Dad pushed me so hard.”“So maybe acting. I lie there dreamily and watch her overpower the darkness with her seductive strength. Seeing the way she steals into our bed and kisses your features, lighting them (and me) on fire. I need you most in moments like those. Now, I slide closer, the swish of silky sheets your only warning as I brush my lips across your cheek and nuzzle you softly. Back and forth I whisper my skin against yours until you open your eyes and sleepily smile at me. "Good morning sexy," you say. I purr softly in.