She had beautiful tits, smallish, a bit cone shaped, which made them point directly at me, with lovely red aureoles framing each erect nipple. I had t...e impression that she wanted me to stay in my chair and so I did, but it required lots of will power. Tarina showed her sense of humor again, "you poor man probably rushed home from work so that you wouldn't miss me and as a result you skipped your lunch. It is only fair for me to offer something to put in your mouth as an appetizer to quell. I creamed my legs, then took the pink razor and started shaving my legs. It felt so good using that razor! I really felt like a little girl!His mom came into the bathroom again and saw me shaving my legs with her razor. I got pretty embarrassed. She then turned around and came back with the camera in her hand.“Good girl, Jennifer! I see you found mommy’s razor! Who do you shine yourself up for?”I kept on shaving my stretched leg like a real sissy would. “For my boyfriend, Mistress!” I was. There was clear evidence that she'd acquired her midnight—well, 3:00 a.m. or so, she'd said—snack, a wineglass and a plate with the remains of a salad, but evidently she'd seen no need for more precipitate action. The windows, I found, were still unlatched.I got breakfast for Asmedogh, drank my coffee slowly, toasted a bagel when I was ready, and then faced the same dilemma I had yesterday: warming up wasn't possible, and my routine was thrown off. Well, I was resourceful. For a while I tried. Before the tunnel snapped shut. The hand was severed with a spray of blood, blood that splashed over Lady Darkeye and Trilby, ruining his shirt and hat in one single, grotesque move. As the two stood in frozen, mute horror, Brash landed on the hand, rubbing his belly. “Turns out those beer cans were delicious!” he said, cheerfully.“Beer cans?” Trilby muttered.“Yeah! At the poker game! Can’t have poker without some beer!” Brash said, rubbing his belly even more.“ ... delicious?” Lady Darkeye.