“Done to myself?”
“You’re baby-smooth, Simon! You visited the salon for a waxing…”
She started to laugh.
“I’ll bet that it was agony!”
“Murder.”
“I think that I like it. A lot!”
Edith took a step and ran her fingertips over her husband’s chest. Smooth pale skin, gone was every trace of that dreadful wiry hair that had covered him from ankles to neck. Ripped from him to leave silky skin that felt delicious.
Simon blushed.
“It’s strange!” he said.
“I think that it’s sexy,” she answered and put a finger under his chin to lift his eyes to hers.
“I’m not sure that I can go through that again.”
Simon managed a smile and the look in her eyes became stern.
“Once every couple of weeks will do it to keep it like that,” she said. “But, next time you go to a salon that does not cost so muc
