"I think the wax is hot enough now," she informed me. Picking up a wooden spatula she started to spread the warm sticky waxalong my legs, starting at ...the ankle and continuing all the way to mycrotch. "Shaving would be quicker but not half as enjoyable - enjoyable for methat is," she said laughing at my worried expression. Having finished applying the molten wax she walked away from me andreturned holding several small cloths. Taking one of the cloths shepressed it firmly against my skin on my. " We could have asked Dad, I suppose," Jon shrugged. "He probably knows. But when you get down to it, it's none of our business. We'll find out if she wants to tell us, I guess." It's probably nothing that matters to us, anyway," Tanisha agreed. "It's just, well, Jon, there's a little bit of my mind taking me where I don't want it to go. How things could have been, maybe should have been." You're seeing this big hole in my life -- hell, our lives -- getting filled in, and it makes you wish. She wanted me to know that they were different from the earpiercings and required special care, instructing me to turn themregularly.As we finished breakfast, I was given further instructions for what toprepare for the pool party later that day. Finally allowed to shower, Isaid, "Yes mistress, I am looking forward to serving your guests," andheaded to the bathroom. Stepping under the warm water I had anopportunity to examine my new jewelry.The gold rings were beautiful and you could not see the. I hit the COMPILE button. The two options popped up. YES orNOI clicked yes and reality rippled. It washed around us, sweeping over Sam. I didn't notice any change in her posture or her look, so I didn't mess anything up. That was good. There was always this fear in me, the dread that I would permanently ruin someone. I almost did with Kyleigh, the first person I ever edited.Sam done, I started thinking about other people I could edit. I had five more uses before I was done today. I thought.