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when I worked dinner, I was home several hours before him. I couldn’t hang out at Oz until my birthday, which was still a few weeks away, so that left me with time on my hands on more nights than I would have liked. Spending time alone was risky. It was too tempting to check e-mails. Or worse, answer them. Both my brothers were still sending regular messages, and there was nothing I wanted to say to either of them. Not yet, at least.
    Most nights I’d take walks on the beach. It was peaceful by the water. I loved the sound of the waves rolling in and out. Before I’d moved to Fire Island, I’d never been to the beach at night. We’d taken day trips when I was a kid but always headed home before it got dark. I loved the soft, cool feel of the sand under my feet.
    Other nights I’d just hang in the living room watching TV with whoever was home. One night a magazine headline caught my attention.
    “Manscaping: Boner Bonsai.” I laughed but had to admit I was curious.
    Between sharing a bathroom in a coed house and living on the beach, I’d seen more half-dressed bodies in the past few weeks than I had in my life. It was clear that lots of guys had had work done, so to speak. Smooth waxed chests were everywhere, and the low-riding board shorts usually showed enough to indicate that they weren’t growing any dense shrubbery down below either.
    No one else was in the room, so I picked up the magazine. Makeup ads. Perfume ads. Then there was the article. A guy with a shocked look on his face as a girl ripped a wax strip off his hairy stomach. That looked scary as hell.
    “Care for the hair down there….” Okay. I read four pages of quips and suggestions for grooming.
    I knew Tanner trimmed. I loved the way his body looked. Loved the line of silky dark hair pointing from his waist to my favorite part of his body. The neat patch of short dark hair atop his cock. His balls were smooth and hairless, although I didn’t know if they were that way naturally or not.
    I was so blond, I didn’t have a ton of hair to worry about. But still.
    Would he like it better if—
    “Whatcha readin’?” Wendy leaned over the back of the couch, right over my shoulder, scaring the shit out of me.
    I closed the magazine as fast as I could, but she’d already seen. She climbed over the couch and settled in next to me, then offered me the cup of M&M’s she was munching from. I took a handful, sure I was the same shade as the red ones.
    “Thinking of doing some maintenance?”
    “Can we not discuss this?”
    She snorted. “Do you have any idea how much grooming women do? We’re hair removal experts. What are your plans?”
    My jaw twitched, and I popped M&M’s in my mouth to keep the tendons in my neck from snapping. “I don’t have plans.”
    “Well, you should. No one wants a mouthful of hair. Especially if a long one gets stuck in your teeth or the back of your throat.”
    She made a gagging sound, and I looked around to make sure we didn’t have an audience. Thankfully no one else was around.
    “There’s not that much.”
    “I didn’t think so. You’re so fair and all. So what are you doing? Just some pruning? Maybe an arrow?”
    “He knows the way just fine without directions.”
    She giggled. “Don’t use scissors, too pointy and too hard to get it even. Do you have clippers? You know, like for cutting hair?”
    I sighed. She wouldn’t leave until we’d talked this out, so I figured I might as well get the advice. “My electric razor has those plastic attachments for different length beards.”
    “Perfect. Use one of the shorter ones. You’ll love it. And those keep you from cutting yourself. Just take it off if there’s anywhere you want, you know, a closer shave. And try to hold the skin taut, it makes it less likely to pinch or pull.” I flinched at the thought, and Wendy laughed again. “You’ll do great. Oh, and use a mirror for the parts that are hard to see. It’ll make your life way