She remembered the tingling she got as she searched for more hair growth. Her lover wiped off the small traces of shaving cream still remaining and ran a hand over Lori’s now bare body. Now she felt a wet warmth and looked down again to see a steaming hot towel covering her mound. In a distant region of her mind she registered the slight pull as the razor slid across her skin. When she became aroused the hairs would glisten with moisture. She could hear the quiet chopping sound the scissors made as they sliced through each strand. But her lover wanted it and she could not bring herself to refuse the request. She felt what she thought was each hair give way as the scissors made the first cut. No, childhood would be more appropriate she decided. She still wasn’t sure how she came to be in this position. A part of her had screamed “NO!” but her ears had heard her voice say simply “Of course you may.” Now she laid back and prepared to
