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CHAPTER EIGHT

	It was after 10:00 Sunday morning when Beth awoke from her
deep sleep.  The soreness in her breasts confirmed that she had not
had a nightmare, it had all been real, real as hell.  She got up and
went to the bathroom.

	In front of her mirror, she examined her still red and swollen
nipples.  She carefully looked at the rings to see if they could be
removed by some kind of a release or something like that.  She was
surprised to see they were solid, all the way around.  She stood there
looking at them and her body with its hairless vagina.  She noticed
the  gold chain around her neck with the word “slut” had been
removed, but now that seemed like a very minor thing  The sight of her
own body repulsed her, so she put on her bathrobe, and went about
fixing breakfast.

	It was about 2:00 when, fully dressed, she drove to Frank’s
house to see if he was home, or if he had really left town.  There was
no answer at his door, so she drove back home.

	During the next week, the soreness and swelling in her breasts
went away.  She was glad the rings in her nipples were small enough
that they did not show through her clothes.  Slowly she became
accustomed to them and went about her duties at the library.

	As the week progress, her mood improved, and soon she was
working with the enjoyment she had always had.  Her trips to the
newspaper to turn in book reviews or get rewrite notes were
uneventful.  She wondered if Frank had actually moved,  or just when
he would return.  She hoped with all her will that he was gone
forever.

	By the end of the second week, Beth was surprised that her
pubic hair had shown little evidence of growing back.  That is except
for one small dime sized spot centered near the top of where her
hairline had been.  That tiny spot seemed to be trying to start some
hair growth, so her concluded the rest would likewise soon follow.

	The third week passed without contact from Frank, and there
were no notes from the woman whose identity was unknown.  It was as if
things were really over.  The only reminders were her nipple rings and
her still hairless vagina.

	That Sunday, at the end of the third week, Beth sat on her bed
nude.  She took a make up mirror, and using the magnifying side of it
looked for signs that her pubic hair was returning.  The dime sized
spot now had hairs, only a couple dozen, but they were now over 1/2
inch long.  Yet the rest of her vaginal area showed no sings of hair
growth.  Beth’s concern grew, but she still expected to see her hair
returning any time now.  Her nipples had completely healed by now and
there was no trace of the soreness that had lingered for so long, but
she was increasingly concerned about her pubic hair.

	The next Wednesday, when she went to the newspaper to check
her message box, Beth found an envelope, sealed and with her name
typed on the front.  She suspected it was from the unknown lady, so
rather than open it, she just placed it in her purse, and went back to
her car and drove home.  She thought it was going to be telling her
that Frank was back in town, and she did not want to read the bad news
in public.

	She went into her house and straight to her kitchen.  She
mixed a large tumbler of gin and tonic and returned to her den.  She
sat down and drank several long drinks of the gin.  Only then did she
open the envelope with her trembling hands.  Inside was another
typewritten note.  It read, “I bet your sweet pussy looks funny with
just a small spot of hair above it.  Remember how the first few hairs
I removed hurt, and how the rest were removed with what felt like a
light sting?  Guess where they were pulled out by tweezers and which
ones were removed permanently by electrolysis?”  

	The contents of the note hit Beth like a ton of bricks.  Her
eyes filled with tears and disbelief.  She quickly undressed and again
examined herself with the magnifying mirror.  It was true, there was
no hair growth anywhere but for the small spot, and there the hair was
close to an inch long.  She buried her face in a pillow and cried for
nearly an hour.  Her body had been ruined by these people and she
could not change what they had done.  Even if she were to be free of
Frank and this woman, her body would never ever look the same.

	After she had cried herself out, she returned to the den and
her glass of gin.  She drank it, then another and another.  She drank
until she actually passed out.  

	Beth was late to work the next morning and had a bad headache
from all the gin she had consumed.  But she made it through they day.
The week passed slowly, but at last the weekend arrived.  She had
spent time in her library researching hair removal by electrolysis,
and found it was indeed permanent.  

	Frank had now been gone four weeks and Beth had ceased driving
by his house to see if he had returned.  She hoped that he was gone
for good, and resigned her self to the permanent  removal of her pubic
hair.  She had decided to go to a doctor and simply tell him that she
had changed her mind about having nipple rings, and to get him to
remove them for her.  The only thing that kept her from doing it was
the embarrassment of being seen with them, even by a doctor, but it
was something she was definitely going to do in the near future.

	She stopped by the newspaper on her lunch hour Monday to turn
in the book reviews she had done over the weekend.  In her message box
was a memo from the Society Page editor, Susan Wright.  The
handwritten message said, ”I am considering doing a feature length
article about our city’s library in the near future.  I would like
your insight in this area.  Please call my secretary and let her know
when a convenient time would be for us to meet on the subject.”

	Beth  was thrilled at such a chance.  The library was about to
start a fund raising campaign and this would be great publicity.  She
called the main office and talked with the Director of Branch
Libraries, her boss.  She told him of the message and asked for time
off during work hours to meet with Ms. Wright.  Her boss told her that
she should take what ever time was needed, and that he agreed how
fortunate the timing on such an article was coming just as they were
starting the fund raiser.

	As soon as she hung up, she called the newspaper and asked for
Ms. Wright’s office.  Her secretary answered, and Beth identified
herself.  An appointment was made for Wednesday at 4:30 pm.  Beth hung
up, then told her assistant about the appointment and that she would
not return to work since she normally got off at 5:00 anyway.

	It was just after 4:00 when Beth rode the elevator to the top
floor of the newspaper building.  She went to Ms. Wright’s office and
identified herself to the secretary explaining that she was early.
She sat in the reception area until a few minutes after 4:30, when the
secretary told her the Ms. Wirght had been detained at another
meeting, and they would have to reschedule the meeting.  She
apologized on behalf of Ms. Wright, saying that she was awfully busy.

	As they walked back past the secretary’s desk, she handed a
large envelope to Beth.  “Ms. Wright was afraid this might happen,
and she ask me to give you this if she was unable to make the
appointment.  She ask me to tell you that she would like for you to
review the material, and give your opinion of it for her feature
article.”

	Beth assured her that she would do just that, and that she
would call for another appointment tomorrow.  She tucked the envelope
under her arm and went back to her car.  It was too late to make sense
for her to return to her branch library, so she drove on home.

	She fixed herself a sandwich and ate, the changed into her old
sweats.  Beth got a glass of wine and sat at her desk ready to review
the information Ms. Wright had assembled.  Inside the envelope, she
found many articles the newspaper had done about the library and its
personnel, including herself, over the past few years.  There was also
a couple of article outlines for her to look over.  One was about the
tenure of the head librarian and his retirement plans in the near
future.  Beth’s name was on a list of five expected to replace him,
and there was a little about each person on the list.  The other was
an outline about the history of the library which Beth found
interesting but dull.

	There was a handwritten note in the envelope, at the end of
the other material from Ms. Wright.  It said that she preferred the
story about the head librarian’s nearing retirement, and that she
would be very proud if one of the newspaper’s part-time staff were to
be awarded that position.  In her note, she added that being involved
in the article could give her some public exposure that would help her
chances in getting his job.  She closed with saying she looked forward
to working with her.

	Beth was flattered, Susan Wright was in her late thirties, and
known throughout the city.  She had social contacts everywhere and was
always in the lime light.  She had lost her husband about four years
ago and was incredibly wealthy now, and she was a major contributor to
all of the local political candidates.  Her support would almost
guarantee her succeeding as the new head librarian, even though she
was a least ten years younger than the others being mentioned as
possible replacements.  

	Beth went back through all the material about the first
article again.  She noticed that there was a personal biography about
the other four, but not for her.  She assumed it was because they had
all been with the library for much longer than she had been.	She
made a mental note to mention that to Ms.   Wright when they met.

	Beth was about to call Ms. Wright’s secretary the next
morning to schedule a new appointment when the phone at her desk rang.
It was her secretary, she said, “Ms. Wright asked me to call you and
tell you that she needs to meet with you this evening.  She said
something urgent has come up and it is of vital importance to you.
She would like for you to join her for dinner at her home this evening
at 7:00.  Can you make it?”

	Beth was taken aback by what she heard.  What had come up she
wondered, but she stammered out that she would be there.  The
secretary gave her Ms. Wright’s address, and said good-bye.  Beth was
worried about this meeting with Ms. Wright, and was distracted in her
thoughts for the rest of the day.  The thought of Frank and what he
knew flashed through her mind, but she was sure he had not sent it to
anyone because she had done all he had required.  “No,” she thought,
“it must be something else.”





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