Chapter 28

He wiped my face clean, stepped back, and inspected his handiwork. “Clean as a whistle.”

I said, “Good, now you can take care of something else.”

“What?”

I folded the sheet down, pulled up my gown, and pointed at my crotch. “This,” I said.

“Puhleeze,” he said with an exaggerated air, “I’m not that kind of girl. I never give blow jobs on the first date.”

“Sorry, that was a poor choice of words. I was referring to this,” I said, running my fingers across my crotch. “It’s like a briar patch down there, and my boyfriend is planning to have his face buried in my crotch later tonight. We don’t want him to get whisker burns, now do we?” Before John could answer, I continued, “We normally shave each other, sometimes as a sort of foreplay, but I can’t do that right now, and his right arm is in a cast, so he can’t either.”