Deep down he knew that Martier wouldn't be here forever. And he wouldn't want that. She was smart, she was beautiful, and she was destined to go forth into the world and shine. But the idea of her going forward made him feel desperately lonely. He grabbed towels, turned on the radio, and went out to prepare the grill.
Martier stripped out of her clothes and stared at herself naked in the mirror. Maybe she should shave her legs again. Only a few of the nuns shaved their legs and underarms. Some really should shave their chins and upper lips, but you weren't supposed to think that.
She placed her hand over her mound. It was covered in black curly hair and would surely sprout from the white bathing suit. She had never shaved her pubic hair before and her razor wasn't the best tool for the
