Chapter Eight
Abbey lay on the gurney while Kathy, the beautician appointed to Abbey, applied the cloth strips to her leg. Beside her, Jennifer, Marion and Emily were having the same treatment, each supplied with their own beautician. The wax was warm and gooey on her legs. Kathy patted down the strip over the hairs Abbey had been ordered to grow, making sure the wax showed through the cloth.
Kathy studied Abbey’s legs. ‘Have you ever waxed before?
‘Uh … No.’ She had never needed to.
‘Are you a naturalist?’
Abbey frowned, glancing at her legs. ‘No. I never go outside undressed.’
‘Not a nudist. She’s asking how often you get your legs waxed,’ Jennifer said.
‘About as often as you do,’ Abbey said with a grin. In fact, she’d never been inside a waxing salon in her life. She’d normally
