They hadstarted on the hairs of his upper lip, then his hairline and sideburns,first on his right, then his left. The area between lip and chin lineca...e next, moving onto his jawline and then his throat. Yesterday he'dbeen reminded how it felt under the chin. They had worked on almost hisentire beard now, so there was a larger area to work on for the samenumber of hairs. They were now working on it every three days, sincethey had to wait for the skin to heal from the burns the method left.They. "No, but there is always something worth looking at in this store, I find."Nissa smiled gently, trying to stem a blush she suddenly felt filling her cheeks.Leandro looked aside for a moment and listened to the music playing in the store. "Mario Pelchat?" he asked.Nissa grinned and nodded. "Yes...again," she replied. As if sensing the apology in her voice, Leandro smiled and shook his head. The artist was actually from Quebec but the Euro-Francophone man didn't show any sign of haughty disdain. .. feel the betrayal and the sudden hate; most of all, she felt the aloneness, as though she were lost in a trackless forest, her last dismal hope of rescue gone as the wild animals seemed to close in on her, their cries echoing in the blackness of the night.The roar of Donnie's motorcycle crackled in the still darkness. She listened as he parked his bike and heard his footsteps as he walked along the side of the house, passing her window, on his way to his sleeping porch cubicle at the rear of. He had on hip hugging purple nylon pants thatflared at mid-calf out into large cuffs. A pink lace scrunchy was aroundhis left wrist. Jacob wanted to sit as far away from this strange personas possible but Miss Matilda took the only other chair. He was forced tosit right beside this strange creature. "Hi, my name is Gladys," the strange looking person said looking straightat Jacob. "I just love your hair and precious velvet shorts. What's yourname?"Jacob could tell that the stranger was actually.