I went back to the cottage after having a chat with the priest. She was still lazing about on the bed naked, and that's when I noticed it.
"Why is your p***y waxed?" I was too upset before to notice much of anything, but now that I'd had her again after a whole year of going without, my mind was clear.
"I like it like this." She looked down at herself and ran her hand over her bald p***y.
"Who told you-you could wax your p***y while I was gone?" Yes, I'm that guy. I stay on top of my f*****g woman and watch every f**k she does. Why? Because I don't like f*****g surprises, and the one she'd dealt me on my return was more than enough to last me a lifetime.
"I, you, we; what do you mean?"
"That's my p***y; you don't do s**t to it without my say-so."
"Don't be ridiculous Travis, what did
