long soul stirring kisses that left her shaking and drained of vitality until he stopped by her apartment each workday to take her to work. His gentle smile and sparkling eyes performed a miracle on her every morning without fail.
As she stepped easily into the tub filled with warm sudsy water, and buried her trim but shapely figure in the rich lather, she sighed and vowed that the next date with Ted would be “it”. She just had to know the felling of being "all woman", after so many frustrations and mix ups of the past few years.
There was Jim, who had his chance with her and muffed it by being too bold and "manly". He had decided on the fast approach because Bob North had flunked out with the slow, gently "I'll marry you later line". The torrid touch of his hot fingers under her girdle top had turned her off instead of "on". She didn't understand herself what made it happen. She was ready to pull it down herself, but when his hands pushed her dress and slip up "Brrr'! It was almost a knock down "drag out", but he took her home puffily and never spoke to her again. Frank, Bill, Tom, Harry and Al resigned from competition also. After a while it was just Ted who vied for her affection and everything else that she had to offer.
As she completed her bath she took up the injector razor laying on the wide side of the tub and using the bathcloth which she had heavily soaped often, she effortlessly shaved away the light hairs from her tanned legs. They were very beautifully shaped, and she was justly proud of them, envied by the girls and admired by the males. When she had completed this, she turned to the rack and placed a bathing cap over her beautiful wavy hair which hung shoulder length and turned under. A brisk shower and then she rinsed out her lingerie. Still dripping (she hated to towel off after an exhilerating shower) she slipped on a terry cloth robe and stepped into her scuffs. Her clothesline was at the back entrance to her apartment and she had a ritual that she religiously followed. She would take in the undies she had washed the previous night, and hang out those she had worn that day.
The bra she had hung out the night before was there, and so were the hose and slip, but the pink lace panties were not. Puzzled, she looked on the ground and then about the little porch, thinking they may have blown off the line. They were not to be
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