Literally. In the end I do manage and it is every bit as hard and demeaning as I recall it from a hospital visit long ago. Once clean inside too I tak... a very welcome shower, but press myself not to spend too much time here. I must be ready for the next set of instructions and I don?t even know how long they?ll take. On the way out of the mirror I stop and take in my image. Although the face is the same I now look very different. Smooth and hairless skin really makes a difference and it makes. .??I'm in work all night, flirting and messing around with some of the girlsI'm a young guy, 25 years old, and I work in a busy bar with some very hot young women, we mess around with each other most nights but nothing more than abit of touchy feely, but that was all about to change on the drive home this night......I finished work in the early hours and was just heading home when two of the girls asked me for a lift, Laura and Lucy where both 18 and both had amazing bodys, I told them both to. She stopped. The smile vanished from her face. I started to smile a little, hoping this wouldn’t ruin our relation. Her eyes started to get damp. I moved my right hand up and took a strand of her hair and curled around her ear. She suddenly took a step back, breaking contact with me. “9:30,” she said, looking down at my knees, “Get to her house by 9:30,” then she took off for the door and picked up her jogging shoes. She ran out of the house screaming, “I’m going out for a run.”I was left there. And Sarah saw that Vi’s beautiful eyes weren’t smiling, they were serious, concerned. ‘Sarah, this is Zack.’ The fellow extended his hand and Sarah slipped her palm against his sensing his touch. It was quick, elusive, fleeting, but his attractively mature face held her with a gayety in his eyes that belied his bemused expression at the moment. Immediately she liked him and she gave herself over to his quick, keen, bold appraisal of her figure in the sun dress. ‘Hello, Zack,’ she offered. It.