properly cut curly hair.”
“And what
about the fact you go around with more beard on your legs than Todd can grow in
a week?”
At that she
did spit out the mouthful of wine she had in her mouth, “how the hell do you
know that?”
“Because my
muse I have twice seen you have the nerve to wear three quarter jeans without
attending to matters.”
Jen was
starting to get really mad; she only wore those jeans in the privacy of her own
home when she was down to her last pair of trousers before laundry day. It
wasn’t her fault nobody gave her any peace anymore.
“What’s going
to happen the day Todd really puts the moves on you - are you just going to
say, hang on you gorgeous walking sex bomb, I need to spend three hours
exfoliating and waxing before you can come near me?”
“No it’s not
going to come to that.”
Even placid
Seb jumped in then, “I’ve got news for you Jen it’s going to happen and if
you’re prepared when it does you’ll feel a hell of a lot better about it.”
“Look you two
just because you’re gay it does not mean I have to feel comfortable discussing
my non sex life with you. For all you know I might be cultivating that leg hair
precisely to put Todd off.”
“No my
darling,” Sean disagreed. “You’ve just completely given up on thinking of
yourself as a desirable female, and before Todd comes back Seb and I have
decided we are going to ensure, at the very least, that you are de-were wolfed!”
Jen
spluttered temporarily lost for words. Seb leaned over and put a hand on hers,
“we’re taking you out tomorrow. I have a client with a fabulous salon and we’re
going to have you pampered top to toe. Unfortunately the hairdresser we have in
mind for you is on vacation at the moment, so the hair will have to remain for
the time being, but I promise you’ll feel like a million dollars.”
Sean couldn’t
help himself, “but I’d stock up on some wine and aspirin if I were you, because
it’s going to take a shit load of wax.”
Jen was about
to unleash a storm of curse words on his head when Seb cut in, “Jen before you
murder him I think it’s time we showed you something.”
Sean beamed
wickedly at her and they dragged her upstairs to their place. She walked into
their living room where there was a garment bag hanging from the curtain rail.
“Oh” she said.
“Come closer
said the spider to the fly,” Seb quoted cheekily, “come on open it up, I’m
dying to see what you think.”
With shaky
fingers Jen opened the bag; “oh,” she said again, “I didn’t know it was
possible to fall in love with a dress.”
“That waxing
seems like a better idea now doesn’t it babe?”
****
The next day
passed in a surreal blur for Jen. Sean and Seb picked her up at ten and whisked
her to the “Bliss in Bloomington Spa” where she was shown to a private
treatment room. At that time in the morning she felt shy accepting a glass of
bubbly but accepted purely of course for preventative pain relief slash Dutch
courage. She suspected as a guest of the boys, she was getting special
treatment, and was further relieved when her beautician was the least over the
top glamorous and most friendly.
Firmly rejecting
Sean’s idea that he personally supervise her waxing, she had her underarms and
full legs done. Then she grudgingly had to ask for their input over what to do
with her bikini line as she didn’t have a clue about the technical names.
For some
reason a Brazilian with a landing strip was the way to go. She hoped not to
ever do it again that’s for sure, unfortunately for her she grew body hair as
well as she did the hair on her head.
After they
took her to lunch at a cafe next door, she had to return to have her eyebrows
and upper lip threaded, then Sean tried to convince her to wax her arms which
she flat out refused saying, “for god’s sake even women are supposed to have
hair on their arms.”
By the end of
the afternoon she hardly knew herself and as painful
“And what
about the fact you go around with more beard on your legs than Todd can grow in
a week?”
At that she
did spit out the mouthful of wine she had in her mouth, “how the hell do you
know that?”
“Because my
muse I have twice seen you have the nerve to wear three quarter jeans without
attending to matters.”
Jen was
starting to get really mad; she only wore those jeans in the privacy of her own
home when she was down to her last pair of trousers before laundry day. It
wasn’t her fault nobody gave her any peace anymore.
“What’s going
to happen the day Todd really puts the moves on you - are you just going to
say, hang on you gorgeous walking sex bomb, I need to spend three hours
exfoliating and waxing before you can come near me?”
“No it’s not
going to come to that.”
Even placid
Seb jumped in then, “I’ve got news for you Jen it’s going to happen and if
you’re prepared when it does you’ll feel a hell of a lot better about it.”
“Look you two
just because you’re gay it does not mean I have to feel comfortable discussing
my non sex life with you. For all you know I might be cultivating that leg hair
precisely to put Todd off.”
“No my
darling,” Sean disagreed. “You’ve just completely given up on thinking of
yourself as a desirable female, and before Todd comes back Seb and I have
decided we are going to ensure, at the very least, that you are de-were wolfed!”
Jen
spluttered temporarily lost for words. Seb leaned over and put a hand on hers,
“we’re taking you out tomorrow. I have a client with a fabulous salon and we’re
going to have you pampered top to toe. Unfortunately the hairdresser we have in
mind for you is on vacation at the moment, so the hair will have to remain for
the time being, but I promise you’ll feel like a million dollars.”
Sean couldn’t
help himself, “but I’d stock up on some wine and aspirin if I were you, because
it’s going to take a shit load of wax.”
Jen was about
to unleash a storm of curse words on his head when Seb cut in, “Jen before you
murder him I think it’s time we showed you something.”
Sean beamed
wickedly at her and they dragged her upstairs to their place. She walked into
their living room where there was a garment bag hanging from the curtain rail.
“Oh” she said.
“Come closer
said the spider to the fly,” Seb quoted cheekily, “come on open it up, I’m
dying to see what you think.”
With shaky
fingers Jen opened the bag; “oh,” she said again, “I didn’t know it was
possible to fall in love with a dress.”
“That waxing
seems like a better idea now doesn’t it babe?”
****
The next day
passed in a surreal blur for Jen. Sean and Seb picked her up at ten and whisked
her to the “Bliss in Bloomington Spa” where she was shown to a private
treatment room. At that time in the morning she felt shy accepting a glass of
bubbly but accepted purely of course for preventative pain relief slash Dutch
courage. She suspected as a guest of the boys, she was getting special
treatment, and was further relieved when her beautician was the least over the
top glamorous and most friendly.
Firmly rejecting
Sean’s idea that he personally supervise her waxing, she had her underarms and
full legs done. Then she grudgingly had to ask for their input over what to do
with her bikini line as she didn’t have a clue about the technical names.
For some
reason a Brazilian with a landing strip was the way to go. She hoped not to
ever do it again that’s for sure, unfortunately for her she grew body hair as
well as she did the hair on her head.
After they
took her to lunch at a cafe next door, she had to return to have her eyebrows
and upper lip threaded, then Sean tried to convince her to wax her arms which
she flat out refused saying, “for god’s sake even women are supposed to have
hair on their arms.”
By the end of
the afternoon she hardly knew herself and as painful
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