I'm Mona and I write for a local news service -- a social commentary page. Doesn't pay much but it's interesting reading the feedback and comments.
This topic came to a head after that Irish authoress displayed her unshaven pits on television. Gross, well done, etc were the range of responses but one comment caught my eye.
"You girls just don't get it do you. It's not about the hair as such but about the process. A woman that asks her partner to shave her is exposing herself in a very intimate way that womans libbers have taken all the romance out of. Whether it's pits or pubes ladies, ask your partner to do the honours. Make sure no visitors are expected and that your contraception is up to date."
Phew! Thats a different take on it.
I had written a similar article a few months ago and got the usual responses that it made women look pre-pubescent, etc, but here was a very different outlook.
Through the paper I managed to get the writer, JohnnyMax, to make contact. I had no idea where I wanted this to go but felt that this had to be explored.
He phoned me, at work, where a discussion about shaving pubes might get some strange looks. But he sounded like quite a nice guy so I arranged to phone him back later.
"Hi Mona, well this should be an interesting discussion."
"Well Johnny, It's not so much a discussion but a sort of practical"
"Oh......... shouldn't you get your partner..."
"Don't have one, I'm wondering if your suggestion is part of the reason."
"Um.......um....... What do you want ME to do?" (discovered later he's a member of Toastmasters and all those 'ums' are very uncharacteristic).
"Well, what I'd like to do is meet somewhere suitable and get you to shave me." I did it! I asked.
"Um... oh my..... er......OK. Well probably the best place would be your place, you'd probably feel safest there, perhaps have a friend there also for your own peace of mind"
I thought for a moment and realized that I might be dealing with gentleman here, he sounded a bit older, a ...... a trustworthy voice.
"Ok, I live in Tawa, just out of Wellington. That's the where, when would suit you?"
"Tawa, I know it fairly well, I live up near Palmerston North so it's not too far. Timing wise, how about the coming weekend, it's school holidays and my daughter is staying with her mum for the hols."
"That would work. I'll organize for a friend to come over on Saturday night as a chaperone. What shall I do to prepare?"
"Obviously, don't shave at all from now until then. Otherwise I'll take care of the specific preparations."
A bit more chit-chat getting addresses, etc, sorted out and we hung up.
The rest of the week I spent twitching!. I kept thinking about what was going to happen on Saturday and I was aroused. Four days and I went through fifteen pairs of knickers!
I organized my friend Alicia to come over as chaperone and she couldn't stop laughing when I told what I expected.
"Any excuse, girl, you're just horny and trying to get laid."
"I assure you, this is genuine research."
Saturday. I had my flat cleaned and tidied, made a special effort. I moved a foam mattress into the living room and kept fluttering around. Alicia came over and was trying to look like her idea of a 'good' chaperone but spoilt it by asking how wet I was and laughing.
Knock, knock. "Eargh.." I was so nervous. Opened the door and said Hi to Johnny. I was right, he was a bit older, about fifty. He had a couple of bags of stuff which he brought in.
"Ok Johnny, this is our chaperone, Alicia. IF she can stop laughing at me."
"Right Mona, I hoped you would have someone like her you could trust. I have a present for her to get started. Now, do you have some wine glasses?"
He pulled out a small, but beautifully wrapped, present and gave it to Alicia, which shut her up. Next from his bag of tricks was a bottle of wine which he opened while I got two wine glasses.
