“What’s wrong?” I asked. “It is so fucking beautiful,” she whispered. “And you’re shaved.” My hands involuntarily moved to cover my ...genitalia. I stopped myself. “Mamma always said that if you’re going to shave your legs, you might as well shave your garden.” “It’s so fucking sexy,” said Chantelle. That gave me the permission to kick away the panty and spread my legs wider. I touched myself for the first time in the presence of another person. Chantelle started shooting again, her camera. Now all he had to do was win therace through the labyrinth and win enough money to graduate. Just thenSherman heard his name being called with the other contestants for thenext run and he moved forward to join the others at the starting place,from where they would be transported randomly into the maze. The show-host had a talk with all the contestants, but Sherman only gavevery short answers at his questions, so the host quickly passed him.Sherman had everything riding on this game, so losing. "Me love Janine? Hah! No way," I said. "But, even granting that I might not know what I'm talking about; there's still the little codicil of whether or not she loves me! Hah! Answer that one, my dear girl," I said."A no brainer, Marvin; she does. She does or she never would have visited you in the jail. She would have waited for you to get out and invited you to your make up meeting, and that's if she didn't just decide to dump your unloved ass and give your territory to someone else," said. "Nobody has ever given me flowers before," she whispered and buried her head in his chest. He held her, knowing that this was a safe embrace. She merely needed to overcome her emotions. She looked up."He didn't have to that, did he? He could just have written a thank you letter." No he didn't and yes he could."She looked into his eyes. "Are you happy with that?" she asked."Very," he lied.She knew immediately that he was not but if he was not going to tell her he loved her that was his fault..