Chapter 74

Our discussion of the pubic-hair defense carried us all the way home, where we went straight to bed. I was worn out from the trip, and I could see that Charles was tired too. Well… not too tired.

A couple of days later, Charles came home from work a bit earlier than usual and surprised me in the bathroom, where I was standing naked in front of the mirror with one hand across my crotch.

“Hi,” he said. “What are you up to?”

“Oh, I was just wondering what I would look like with no pubic hair.”

“Oh, goody,” he said, “that sounds kind of kinky. Let’s get some clippers and find out.”

“Well… I will if you will.”

“Deal.”

He practically tore his clothes off and hung them in the closet. Then he produced a set of electric clippers and said, “Hop up and sit on the counter so I can have better access.”