Shave? For Terry?”“God, stop being such a jealous idiot. Because my bush would totally be on display. Look.” I straightened and pointed at my cr...otch.His jaw dropped. “Holy fucking crap, Zelda, I can see your pussy lips. It's like your practically naked.”“I know,” I said, turning around. “See? Look at my butt. You can see every bit of my cute tush. Isn't it just perfect?”“Yeah, it is, but...” He swallowed. “What's this about Terry fingering your asshole? Did you...?”“It was just something. She is 17 and very intelligent. She has somewhat long brown hair that reaches the middle of her back or there about. She has emerald green eyes that I'd say are football shaped. She has a small frame which perfectly supports her AA breast which by the way are very perky and unusually high sitting on her chest. When she speaks her voice is somewhat squeaky but not annoyingly so and she often times for some reason speaks with a fake British accent. I think she does that because I told her how. Wes: So if you bring out a handgun, is it going to be a hundred years old.Eddie: Of course not. Probably the old .38 Detective Special Revolver.Wes: A fucking wheel gun. That is really old school.Just then Lucille wandered in, followed quickly by the troops.Eddie: So what did the esteemed Senator say?Lucille: See for yourself.She handed Wes and Eddie each a badge and identification card.Lucille: Welcome to the Federal Investigative Task Force specializing in Senate Investigations. The others. As he got up to go over to her deskshe asked him, "So Chad, why is it that you always wear those dumb men'sshirts? And don't tell me it's complicated because I might hit you!"He laughed. "All right, I won't tell you, but please don't hit me."She didn't even bother laughing. What could be so complicated about hersimple question? So she tried one more time. "So what is it that youhave against pretty blouses?" Nothing," he replied. "I love them." But you don't ever wear one." I know. Maybe.