Chapter 4
Agnes’s eyes grew large, a stunning display of light and dark.
“You shaved?”
Ruth nodded.
This was a dream. Had to be a dream.
The movie soundtrack rising from the basement gave her a chill, but the heat coming off Agnes’s nearly n***d body set her skin ablaze.
“Where, exactly?” Agnes took a step forward, and it felt like that first day all over again. “Where did you shave for me?”
The question was an obvious challenge, a push for Ruth to say the word she’d never spoken to another person. Agnes must have known just by looking that she’d been a lifelong prude. But not anymore.
“What’s wrong?” Agnes stepped so close her big breasts brushed Ruth’s.
There was something Amazonian about Agnes in this costume. The little white dress with the funny gold symbol that looked
