”“I usually wear boxers.”“I might have you go to skin after we’re married.”“I would be willing to do that for you.” I smirked.“Thank.... I know it will be hard for you.” She smirked back. I decided that I would be sleeping with her nearly naked body. She could win the battle of words not that we were fighting.I said, “Do you want to go in the bedroom and change?”‘Yes. I’ll tell you when to enter the room.”She was grinning when she walked into the bedroom. She didn’t shut the door but I couldn’t. She had always kept it natural and was proud of the thick reddish brown triangle formed by the patch of hair growing there. Her legs were still almost perfect too all the way from the top of her thighs to the tips of her toes. She quickly finished drying herself and slipped on a t shirt and pair of light blue bikini panties before leaving the bathroom for the comfort of the bedroom.She slipped under the covers and turned out the light leaving herself in total darkness. As she lay there she. The women that enroll in the program don’t come because they want their minds altered. They come because they want to be sexier, and learn how to use their sex appeal to get what they want.’ ‘Are all of your graduates blonde?’ ‘Of course not. That’s a silly stereotype. Some are, of course. But most keep their natural hair color.’ ‘Do they all get boob jobs?’ ‘Many do. But some want to be high fashion models, and the agencies like skinny women with long legs and small breasts. Others like their. Did anyone close the stall doors on the horses?”“Yes. Everything is fine, now get to bed.”Annie started up the staircase and Spencer followed right behind her, too close in her opinion and not close enough in his. When she turned to go to Walt’s room, Spencer turned with her.“Where are you going?” she asked.“With you, to see if you need anything moved or cleaned up before you can go to bed.”Annie knew exactly what he meant. Walt’s room had been demolished and her picture with the knife stuck in.