““He moved up and my ankles reveled under his scuplted hands. Sudden panic overtook me as I realized he was about to move up to my calves. I hadn't shaved! "Wait!" I said, sitting halfway up. "Not my legs. They're-" I was to embarrassed to finish. "They're lovely." His face was straight, but his eyes were smiling. "No, please." I pulled my knees protectively up to my chest and mumbled, "I didn't have time to shave this morning." Now he laughed. It was a marvelous sound, so rich. "All right, fine, no legs. But you are missing out. I'm not through with you. Roll onto your stomach and relax again." I obeyed, letting my arms lie limp at my sides and closing my eyes. Somehow it seemed a little safer to be on my tummy. "Mmm." He moaned, having not even touched me yet. "What?" I asked, muffled by the poofy pillow. "Oh, nothing. It's just that you have quite a nice little -””
