Stranger at My Door

CH07: Ana

Stranger at my door

CH07: Ana

Tuesday Morning, Seattle WA

I wake up with plenty of time to get ready, but I feel a bit sore down my lady parts. Maybe I overdid it with my BOBs last night; but who could blame me? Christian-the-living- Michelangelo touched and kissed me. I cannot believe it! He is so handsome and interesting; he is intimidating, though, with such a strong personality it can easily rail road anyone.

Last night I made reservations to Marrakesh, I really hope he likes it. We can belly-dance and eat exotic food. I went there for my birthday with Kate and we had a great time. She told me that Pete took her there for a date and it was the best date she ever had. Maybe we can stop by the light-house on Elliot Bay afterwards, walk on the boardwalk, and look at the sunset.

While I was using my BOBs last night I decided that my lady parts need some attention. So I grab my iPad and search for ideas of how to tame the jungle down under. I search for ‘ladyscaping,’ ‘muff-scaping,’ and any other terms that pops up; some women even color the short and curlies. I wonder how that works; do they change the color with the season or with the outfit?

However, what I cannot believe is that some get tattoos next to and in the vulva - wouldn’t that hurt like hell? I end up in a site that describes ‘how­­ to tend to you lady garden.’ There are so many designs possible, to be accomplished by people with different abilities apparently. I check out the beginner section and they show squares, a heart, triangles, and many others. There are more advanced shapes such as the lightning bolt - as much as I like Harry Potter, I do not think I want my who-ha to look like his scar!

I decide to go for a do-it-yourself landing strip; it seems simple enough. I walk to my bathroom grabbing, on the way my razor, shaving cream, and a hand mirror. I sit with my legs spread eagle on the commode, and go to town. I am extra careful stretching the skin as needed; I check myself with the mirror, fixing any areas I may have missed. I even take a ruler and measure the sides fixing here and there; it is an odd angle, and end up nicking a few folds. At the end, I am happy with the result. I would go down on myself if I could.

I finish primping and end up losing track of the time. I literally do not have time to do anything with my hair so I just put on a hat. It is a hat I bought a few months ago at a second hand store; it is vintage and cute with alternating grey, purple, yellow, and green squares, with white lines that outline the squares over a cloudy background. There is a little black satin bow on the front. I do not own many hats, and this one is my favorite – I wear it on occasion.

I pair my hat with a black sweater, purple skirt, black flats, and purple gloves. I think I look good enough for work; I grab a yogurt, put it in my purse, and run out the door.

I am a little frazzled when I enter SIP and instead of the regular ‘Morning’ greetings from Claire, I am immediately swamped by what seems to be all the females in the office. All of them start talking to me at once. ‘How did you meet?’ ‘Is he as handsome in person as he is in the pictures?’ and my favorite ‘Is he good in bed?’

“Hummmm, what are you talking about?”  I have a pretty good idea - this is about one handsome-gray-eyed-god-like man, but I am not sure what to say at the moment.

Shit! I must have pissed-off the Fates or something because my harmony and balance is totally off. I make my way to my office without saying much of anything and Claire pulls me in to my office and hands me a crumpled newspaper.  

“Cute hat, but you cannot hide under it. Now spill it!” She says obviously expecting an answer to an unasked question.

“Oh, no!” I exclaim out loud; I cannot believe what I am reading. We were papped!