Couldn't have kids, of course, but what's so bad about that? Couldn't knock anyone else up either and then run off. He didn't care for girls after tha... anyhow. And the other boys taunted him, called him a eunuch when they learned the word. But as my girl-boy learned to say, 'So what?' They hung out a lot together afterward, my three little boys. They were my first."So that's how I know about shots. If you already have hair on your face, and you don't want kids, you don't need these. My head is a sore point literally and metaphorically!It's been shaved.It was shaved yesterday, along with everywhere else, including my pubes and pussy.I'm supposed to be a pig, you see.Pigs aren't hairy.My bald head itches dreadfully, and it feels cold - you don't realise how hair keeps your head warm, and how much you miss it.But the worst thing is the humiliation of it - it's so strange and psychologically uncomfortable, so embarrassing for a woman to be completely bald.And I had such. “You should go home, Ainsley - get a nice, hot bath, dress up, and pick up where you were so rudely interrupted last weekend.”“Failing to find a man worth having a one-night stand with?” Ainsley asked matter-of-factly. “I had a pretty good candidate, but when I told him I was your lawyer and I had to go, he said I was too pretty to be a lawyer.”“Idiot,” muttered Nick in spite of himself. He shook his head. “I’m sure you won’t have a hard time finding someone to replace him.”“I already have.. So as he helped her out of the truck she took his hand and started leading him toward the house with her. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked. ‘I want you to come over like usual.’ she smiled up at him as she said it. ‘Ok ok but let me go home and shower first and grab something new to watch.’ ‘Shower here. I want to make you dinner. I at least owe you that much.’ He looked at her longing eyes. She was being very very cute today. ‘Aright girl. You’re lucky you’re damn cute and that I have extra.