A half-idea popped in to my head and I blurted it out without thinking. "No need to apologise Pamela. I can see where some people might jump to that c...nclusion, but I'm rather disappointed that you'd think that of Lena and me. The truth of the matter is... that I'm teaching Lena self-defence. She's been a bit worried about being attacked on her way home, so I've been showing her how to look after herself. As you know I used to do a little bit of martial arts in my younger days." This was not a. " The thing is..." She turned to look at me. "The thing is my dad is Mel Gibson."She'd said it so simply and seriously that for a moment I thought she wasn't kidding. "He is?" I said. "Your joking, right?" When I stood up and moved behind her to take a closer look at the little photograph, Molly covered up her letter with her arm. "Wow, so your dad is really the real Mel Gibson?" I still couldn't tell if she was joking. "Did he just drop you off here?" No, I took a bus. A bus and then a taxi. I guess I was half afraid to check but I slowly slid my hand down across my stomach and against my thigh, I inched it closer to the heart shaped tuft of hair and found a soft fold of skin, as I eased my finger into that slot a feeling of pleasure overcame me and I pressed further. I found a small bump that as I rubbed it I was overcome with thousands of little spikes of electricity and I nearly fell to the floor.. WOW! And this was only with a few seconds of caressing.It was getting late and I. His hands are on autopilot; his eyes wander from thigh to thigh, from belly to ass, marvelling at the black swirls that seem boundless. As much as he’s always appreciated, if not preferred, women unshaved, he’s always wondered at the evolutionary purpose of this blob of hair. What is it for? Humans have lost most vestiges of hair from their predecessors, some more successfully than others, but not this - there are no bald crotches. Why is that so? The answer he prefers, never having attempted.