It was six thirty by the time Jensen got back to the pack house with her guard. She was rather tired, but refreshed and for the first time in well, forever .She felt beautiful… Not as beautiful as her sister of course, but in her own special way. Her legs armpits and parts unknown were somewhat raw from the tortuous waxing she endured, but her eyebrows, perfect for once in her life, felt no pain at all.
“You ready to show off?” Angie smiled, as she pulled the car up to Jensen’s new home, the pack house.
“I guess,” she bit her lip nervously, fidgeting with her hands.
“You will be fine,” her guard ensured, “Just don’t be surprised by the oohs and ahs you are about to be getting.”
Jensen looked up to notice there were several people gathered on the porch, awaiting her return. As she stepp
