"Ron said, "Beth, do you think your kids would enjoy going to watch the game from a Skybox?" I think they would, why?" Well how about if we take four ...f those tickets off Tom's hand and go to the game? I think your kids would enjoy the game watching it from a Skybox, the food, the sodas and the cheese cake for dessert."Laughingly she said, "I am sure they would, okay let's go."Now Ron who always had a rule that he wouldn't date anyone from work rationalized that there were always exceptions to. I told him that I was comfortable with it if he was. I also told him that he could do it because if I shaved it then I might miss a bit and I might get embarrassed by a few stray hairs.He was off the bed in a shot and went into the bathroom to get his shaving gear. He had changed the blade for a new one and had also got a bowl of warm water from the kitchen. He then moistened my pussy hair with the warm water. He then sprayed shaving foam all over my mound. He rubbed it in and I have to admit. At least it felt like Phoenix. The air around me still smacked of Arizona. I got slowly to my feet and took a look at myself, pants ripped and bloody, my shirt no better off and only wearing one shoe. I felt the blood crusted all down my face and neck and my hair was stiff with it. Yeah, I’m a sexy bitch, alright. I found my shoe laying a few feet away and slipped it back on my foot and stared at the horizon, pondering. Maybe it wasn’t worth it. Maybe these gifts were really a curse. Maybe it. Andy is ahead and getting the door. He had killed the guards and is wearing their uniform. I stop and watch him for the first time ever in a lantern’s wavering light. A thick turban casts a deep shadow over his soft eyes, but I know it is my love. He has risked and probably ruined his life by coming so far into this hell. He pulls me out into a corridor I can’t remember and takes me to places I never thought existed. I wonder how long I’ve been in the prison camp. The ceiling retracts and there.