" It wasn't you that shot those men?" she asked."I didn't say that. All I said was that you should find out more before you come into the field. Now I...'m going to go back and enjoy my morning coffee with my friends while you leave, okay?"You could tell that she was used to getting her way. She gave me a big frown then stomped back to the van. The newspaper reporter walked up to me and stuck out his hand "Thanks, you did exactly what you said you were going to do. I'm going to use that in my. Cody and I soon were a real team, really friends.So, when Randy and I got married, I gained a stepson whom I adored. Life was perfect. I didn't care if anybody thought 'trophy wife' when they saw me, I was in love and never happier.Cody, soon enough, entered his teen years and began confiding in me about girls and sex and all that stuff that I remembered so well. He was small for his age and, even at fourteen, still looked like a boy. Yes, it bothered him and we talked a lot about it.His size. That night at supper the three of them ate without saying a word. Afterwards, in the living room, with after-dinner drinks in their hands, James turned to his sister and said, "What do you think of my child bride?"Beatrice looked at Vicky and then at James. "I think she is very charming, and a woman in every sense of the word."James seemed to freeze right where he was standing. "How do you mean that?" he asked."Well," Beatrice said, after a long pause, "just look at her. It's evident from the. Understand?”She nodded and gripped the seat even tighter as I started to draw the sharp blade across her delicate skin. I took my time, relishing the fine rasping sound the razor made and wanting her to experience every moment to the full. I wiped away the surplus foam with a towel, snowy white and flecked with tiny fragments of dark stubble, and then repeated the whole thing until I was satisfied. I filled a bowl with warm water and poured it over her mons letting it trickle between her legs.