" she pointed out."If you told the truth when you emailed me about your size then I am sure there is something in the wardrobe." he reassured her. "Yo...u were honest I hope?" he queried."Yes," she said quietly, "Mostly." You waxed not shaved?" he pointed out.She shivered, realising he was staring at her sex, how could she tell him of the humiliation of travelling forty miles to a salon where no one knew her for a Brazillian after she accidentally knicked herself with a razor."Yes, my hand shook. Smith to escort me out, and you can’t do a damn thing about it. Why don’t you get to the real reason you had me brought here?”“You stand charged with...” a broken record began saying.“Mr. Smith, can I please borrow your phone? They took mine,” I asked.That made those in the room laugh.“There is no cell service down here,” a woman said.He handed it to me, and I called Frank, the retired admiral living in the home I gave him in Hawaii and whose children’s backs I help fix to reverse their. It was obvious that he would be very popular with the girls when he grew up. In fact, he already was, looking at the interest on the faces of the girls sitting there and grinning at him.Mikey followed, trying to look as happy as possible with the situation, but it was obvious that he was shitting a brick.He was not quite as tall as Gary, but already quite stocky in his build, just like his Dad. His Dad worked out with weights and did all manner of sports, including judo.I had once been in. He started for the bank and we could see he were in his underwear, and it had gone see through like leaving nowt to the imagination.Miss Rochester bushed again. Robert wasn’t in the least put out, He grabbed his pile of clothes, tucked them under his arm and headed for the house.“I never fucked her, the kid ‘ent mine and I’ll not marry her,” he insisted and then he saw the ladies.“Oh, I thought you meant a village wench.”“No,” I explained, “Lady Rochester were passing and wanted a look at.