Now, one after another, the members of the circle were following the lead of the man in the Hawaiian shirt. I heard a shift of weight to my left, and turned to see the curly-haired woman in the seven o’clock chair, who when I had last looked was wearing only a pair of white cotton bikini underwear, raise her hips and tug them off to reveal a thick black jungle of pubic hair.
Across the circle, the Catholic, her hands still on her breasts, lifted her legs and let her skirt drop down her thighs. As she spread her legs, I saw that she wore no underpants, and was completely clean-shaven. As my eyes leaped from her crotch to her face, I saw that she had been enjoying my reaction. She smiled at me as she brought both hands down her body to her vulva, and I looked away again, feeling absurdly e
