"Excuse me, Miss". The strangers voice said. I kept walking like I didn't hear him. Behind me I could hear the car door shut. I figured he got the poi...nt and was headed to his destination. I was caught totally off guard when he ran up from behind me and stopped directly in front of me. " Can I help you?" I asked. He smiled, in a as a matter of fact you can type of way. " I should be the one asking if I could help you" he stated smoothly. "Listen," he continued, "I was watching you walk down. Rory said he'd sell Glen's share of the business and Denise and I would have nothing!" Oh," I pretended to commiserate, even as my crotch began stirring, "so he forced you to marry him." Yes," she confirmed, in a hushed voice, almost a whisper, the sound of a powerless woman at the mercy of a man. I could feel myself lubricating. "So," I said, laying naked on my couch in the humid August heat, "what does Rory do to you?"She gasped loudly, as though released from pent-up silence, and then. " At her abrupt command, I looked at her quizzically. "What doyou intend to do?" "Finish the job, of course," she replied. "I can see that Ineed to shave a bit higher on you than I do on me. I'm going to trimyou down to a bikini shave so you won't show hair when you get yournew underwear." Suiting her actions to her words, Kelly quickly scraped offthe hair which had been below the tub waterline, turning me around asrequired to get all sides. She left only a small patch of hair thatwould be. "And my body sculpturist is taking the stitches out next week, then I can display the scars."Leticia had more scars from burns and bodily penetrations than anyone else in the club – anyone still alive, that is. Lots of club members sought her out every month just so they could run their hands over her scars while they fucked what was left of her brains out."If you decide to paint designs around your scars to better display them," Béla suggested, "I would love to do it for you. I have some great.