Now we need to get that hair off of you. I reach for the razor. Let me start with your legs. You will need to stand and face me. I must see you from t...p to bottom to make sure I get all that hair off. I begin to shave your legs. I start at your hip and work down. How lovely your legs look. The razor slides down your leg removing all the hair that binds you. My hands are careful and lovingly trace the muscles of your legs with the razor. Slow and sensual the razor feels. My fingertip gliding. " How can we know that your intentions are not hostile?" We are on a peaceful mission and pose no threat. I give you my word. We would very much like to meet you."There was a brief pause. "My assistant will give you coordinates for a landing."McLain and his crew broadly smiled. ***The coordinates were conveyed. McLain sent a subspace message to Fleet Command and he instructed his Lieutenant to set a course for planet side. Calvin Moore effortlessly steered the starship through the planet's. I get scared oh noo Master will be so mad. I hear Master turning off the shower and toweling off. I look down I see a puddle of juices on the floor. Damn He will see that. Master walks into the room with a smile on His face and gets a drink from the fridge. He stops in mid step on His way over to me and looks with an angry smirk on His face. He sees the puddle on the floor. “Girl what did you do while I was in shower?” Master asks me. With an embarrassed and guilty face and frown on my. The plan quickly went to hell. First, the grenade (which should have beenrelatively harmless) hit a wall of water and detonated prematurely, withadditional force from the unused propellant. One of the men tried to grabthe wrong girl - the swimmer - and quickly learned that she was muchstronger than she appeared, and very agile. Then they found themselvesfaced with what appeared to be an army of nearly identical teleporters inthe form of teenage girls. Before they had fully registered.