. Sliding my hands down my sides, I felt the ripples of my ribs, and was conscious of the smoothness of my skin. Sliding my fingertips inward from my hips, I followed the line where my thighs joined my torso, down to my bashful patch of pubic hair.I knew girls who waxed themselves so nothing would show when they wore a bikini. I heard that Marilyn even shaved her pussy bald. Me, a few clips of the scissors was usually enough, though the bathing suits I wore were anything but daring. Besides, what was wrong with hair, I wondered? Carl had hair down there.Not that I was about to stop shaving under my arms, and my legs, I decided.Turning away from the mirror, I reached for my after-school clothes, and then dropped them again. I was alone, so why shouldn't I be nude? I thought about drawing the curtains, but liked the sun spilling in, and the fresh air, so I just sat down at my desk and pulled out the brochure Carl had given me, hoping to find something in there that would convince daddy to.
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